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Byron, You did a great article on Ed. He was my coach and P.E. teacher in 1955 at Earl Warren Junior High. In 1956 he started teaching at San Dieguito. I always looked up to him as a teacher and a man. He motivated people like no one else could. In 1959 I was on the San Dieguito football team and when we traveled down to play Mar Vista, that is when I saw Ed again. Time went by, then in 1969 I went down to the Shores by the "White House" and there on the court playing a great game of volleyball was Ed. From 1969 until he passed away in 1986 I played VB and drank beer with Ed and the gang that hung out at the Shores. He was a great man. Even today I have a picture of him hanging in my house. He was an inspiration to me, with his never say die attitude. One time Ed and I were playing a VB game at the Shores and we were behind in the score (14 to 2). I look at Ed and said "We are in trouble" and he responded "No we're not". So we played on for two or three more sideouts, then they scored the final point and we lost 15 to 2. He turned to me and said "Now we are in trouble". I am 67 years old now and I will never forget that moment as long as I live. "Ed I love ya" signing off for now Boydd Galland— November 9, 2008 4:44 p.m.