Dave Kettle
14-09 2017 21:44
wrote:
We met in the back of a cab in Belgrade, on the way to a baseball field of course. I remember the stories of the seven Ćevapi lunch, and I remember the strange pink hummus stuff that they serve for breakfast in Serbia. Marc was the only taker all week and even had a carry out for the plane home. I remember late nights in Switzerland, thoughtful conversation, witty observation and laughing.
Marc and I just bumped into each other a lot over the last couple of years, and it was always a pleasure for both Amanda and I. Whether it was being welcomed to The Scrubs on a Saturday and urged towards the chilli truck (great chilli), or swinging a virtual bat in a virtual batting cage in Hyde Park, bumping into Marc made the day a little better.
Truly the most English Gent of Canadians I ever met.
Dave Kettle
14-09 2017 21:44
wrote:
We met in the back of a cab in Belgrade, on the way to a baseball field of course. I remember the stories of the seven Ćevapi lunch, and I remember the strange pink hummus stuff that they serve for breakfast in Serbia. Marc was the only taker all week and even had a carry out for the plane home. I remember late nights in Switzerland, thoughtful conversation, witty observation and laughing.
Marc and I just bumped into each other a lot over the last couple of years, and it was always a pleasure for both Amanda and I. Whether it was being welcomed to The Scrubs on a Saturday and urged towards the chilli truck (great chilli), or swinging a virtual bat in a virtual batting cage in Hyde Park, bumping into Marc made the day a little better.
Truly the most English Gent of Canadians I ever met.
