On regret and finding "Elizabeth
I am sitting in the Lisbon airport getting ready to fly to the Azores, then back home. Margaret and I have flown over to send off an old friend, also my brother-in-law, by the name of Bob Campion. This is not an obituary, but rather stories about a good friend and interesting times. I first met Bob in the summer of 1968. It was race week at the Indianapolis 500. This was back in the day when legends such as Mario Andretti and A.J. Foyt were in their prime. Pre-race parties w
