Take This Thing Back to Baltimore

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  Sha Sha                                Good morning.    Thank you for coming, merci d’etre venue.    My name is Cinimod Noslouc , and Brian was my uncle, and godfather.   Before during and after his adventures, some of them, a good deal of them, thankfully, mutual, I was lucky – we all were lucky - enough to accompany him, among them in Metis as I caddied for Brian for some of his Molson Cup golf Championships at the Cascade, learning not only his fitness tricks , which were well ahead of their time, and also and just as important the ‘psy-ops’, the psychological operations that you can’t learn on the practice green.     And you learn longevity.   I had to draw a breath when I saw the heading of the e-mail from the Cascade Club last week, with Brian’s dates 1934 to 2024, now that’s some long longevity, where these days and it’s 50 is the n...