TheMorrisonFamilyBlog

 Long before the Modified Circuit knew him, I met him. It was a long, long time ago...almost 25 years ago. He was seventeen a legend in motor-cross and destined for greater things than he'd ever imagined I met him in a sterile hospital with over-polished floors. The decor a bland grey and muted blue . I was sixteen, he was seventeen. It was seven weeks since our birthday. I don't remember him before that moment. I've written about him several times in my blog. Perhaps you remember " Reflections of a Friendship " or " Best Friends". To see him now, featured on the cover of Speedway Magazine's December 2009 issue is impressive. It's not anything I ever doubted he could do. It's not something that defines him to me. It's something that shares with the world the man I most admire--the man who is more whole, more complete than any other person I have been fortunate to meet. Enjoy this tribute written by Mike Adaskaveg and published by Speedwa...

 It had been a long, long time. Unbelievably, time did NOT standstill. People came and went in our lives. It had been fourteen years since I last saw the person who forever will be known as "MY BEST FRIEND." There's no need to hide anything. I was nervous. Those five tenants who rented my uterus for nine months at a time were less than friendly to my body. Not that it should matter, he saw my best and worst side for two years, and now should be no different. Saturday time DID standstill. It seemed to drag on and on. I was introduced to his son. It was like looking through a time machine...he had the same hands, fingers, and fingernails as his dad and his bottom lip matched his. They had the same neck and the shape of their eyes. Wow! Genes are pretty amazing ! I stood against the chain link fence, #72 embedded in my line of vision. He was at the starting line and I was ready to watch him race . It would be the first time I'd seen him race--something he loved. This was...