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I first met Earl many years ago at the old YMCA in Augusta. Earl's reputation as a monster on the court preceeded him, and I was somewhat humbled and intimidated whern he invited me to "fill in" for one of his "regular victims" who didn't show. He approached raquetball like it was one of his beloved Marine Corps missions; totally prepared, focused, and ready to execeute! And he did. Points and exectional shots were accompanied by earth-shattering bellows that frightened people on the neigboring courts and locker rooms. His serves were extraordinary; he had mad skills. He took me to "school" 2-3 times a week at 6am. It took me years before I could actually give him real competition; but he was patient, and revelled in the game. Our shared service in the military provided additional context for what became a very nice friendship, complete with a fair amount of teasing and chiding. He got quite frustrated when, after retiring from the military, I decided to grow my hair out and wear in a long ponytail. The comments that I would get from him about my when I would bump into him around town are not appropriate for this format, but those who knew Earl can well imagine what they were like. I learned many things from Earl, and not all of them pertained to raquetball. I'll miss you buddy!