My brother Roger is a U.S. Marine. He left the service a long time ago but a Marine is always a Marine, in attitude and discipline. He still likes things squared away. His shop is impeccably organized. His truck is impeccably clean, even after a fishing trip. Any time of the year, there are four cords of wood neatly stacked in the bins he made around the carport and the 15,000-square-foot steel fishing shed and workshop and the rods and reels each have a place along the wall. His motorcycle and his three boats are all put away after a trip, clean and ready for the next one.
For the Ducks, today is a day to embrace the suck
