Boston Marathon '07 was wet and windy. We headed in on the commuter rail in hopes of seeing our cousin Andy Jacobson come across the finish line. But our attemt to get there in time was futile. Barracades blocked our way and we could see the finish line, but on the street in front of us we saw the weary runners (post finish). We finally caught up with Andy and Uncle Norm. Had a hearty lunch at a packed Irish Pub, and said our goodbyes. It was an experience to say the least. I am so proud of Andy and all of the runners. It may have been the worst conditions in the history of the Boston Marathon. (Don't quote me on this).
Andy, still smiling after the race.