Tuesday, March 4, 1975, was overcast and 18 degrees at 6:45 a.m. when Deputy Ken Crowley and I reported for roll call at the Wayne County Sheriff's Department Patrol & Investigation Division. We were assigned to work the scout car in Romulus, a nothing-special suburb west of Detroit.
On average, I run 2,800 miles a year, so in the forty-six years since I returned from the jungles of Vietnam, I’ve logged 129,000 miles. That’s more than five times around the Earth, and more than half the distance to the moon. I love running long-range. Going the distance is an Army Ranger tradition, and running whenever and wherever I choose, in good weather or bad, I’m free to think and dream and still live the brotherhood as part of the troop