Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Please accept my condolences. Les coached Marshall's hockey and ball teams when Garnet and I were growing up. To say I was a pain in the ass is an understatement, but Les always demonstrated a level of patience and tolerance toward me that was far more than I deserved.
For me, Les will always be standing at the end of our bench in the Lashburn Arena... puffing on his pipe, a bit of nasal drip going... taking us all for a pop after the game, win or lose. Happy days.
