I first met Joe the weekend pictured above in Philadelphia, 2006. We had a huge meet-up that year for the marathon and as anyone knows, Voo is not hard to pick out of a crowd. I remember walking up to him at the expo, briefly saying hi and then giving him a big ole hug. He wouldn't have had it any other way. The guy was a spirit, a force, a runner to be reckoned with. He had the largest, kindest heart and as you can see in the picture, the ability to hang with the Pfeiffer girls post-race :-) Joe left this world last Friday, unexpectedly, prematurely but ultimately [I have to imagine] happily. His last words to all of us runner buddies was a quick recount of the 20 miler he ran after work on Thursday & how he got stung by a bee nearly right in the ass. That's the Voodoo Joe we all know and love. You will be missed, you will be remembered and you will always have a place in my heart. I know you're enjoying the cushy trails wherever you are!!