The wife of my good friend, Martin, asked his friends to send something in for her to put together to give him for his 60th birthday and she is giving it to him this weekend, don't you dare tell him about the post below (!), which was my love letter to Mar: ------ My memories of Martin Bradfield. Ah to be as eloquent and erudite as is my lifelong friend, Martin. My memories of Martin are many and varied (your dad would have hated my switching tenses throughout – my apologies!): - Getting sunburned on the beach in New Jersey together - Martin being dared to try on one of my sisters’ bras as a teenager, and his accepting (it wasn’t a good look for him) - Going to many Phillies games together, including our first game Campbell Kids Day, where we saw the only Major League game ever started bya pitcher wearing sunglasses – Lowell Palmer. Phils lost badly, but we did get to see Richie Allen hit a “moon shot” completely out of Connie Mack Sta