First runner to cross the finish line of the Boston Marathon last week was 85-year-old Peter Foley. Loping along Commonwealth Avenue, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, his pink-striped trunks ballooning in the April breeze, gnome-like
Peter Foley was only moderately flushed by his 26-mile jog. Skeptics along the sidelines suspected that the grinning oldster was guilty of some capricious prank. But they were mistaken. White-whiskered, toothless Peter Foley, who weighs only 119 pounds but has a blacksmith's handshake, had actually run the full marathon distance. But he had started two hours...
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