Kent Bishop
Bob Clayton was a good friend of mine. I met him at Duke during fraternity rush. He was graduated at the end of my freshman year. Years later we began to hang out together during our bachelor hoods. We took a trip with Tom Gilligan’s Marathon Tours to Bermuda in 1985, he to run a 10 K one day and I the marathon the next. Paraphrasing what I wrote in my book, Doomsday Revenge, p.88: “the day of the marathon was very hot unlike usual Bermuda weather. I was into my 22nd km. (14 mi.) and sweating profusely. Bob was following on a moped and regularly suggesting that we do something better – like, go for a beer. Finally I hopped on the back of the moped. We were looking for a pub. A driveway to the Mid Ocean Club appeared along the side of the road in Tucker’s Town. Bob turned in. The drive wound through several fairways. Finally we arrived at the multi-storied clubhouse overlooking the golf course and ordered a pitcher of beer. I was of course in running shorts and bib with my number on the front. We sat down at a table overlooking the 18th green. About 20 feet away four golfers of ample girth were gathered around a table crowned by multiple empty pitchers of beer. On of them remarked casually, “Trevor, I knew the Club was a sponsor, but I didn’t realize the marathon ran right through the clubhouse.” There were many other good times. He will be sorely missed. My condolences to Peggy and family. Kent Bishop