His colleagues at the Globe remember Will
Page 5 of 7 -- A Globe colleague suggested I call Will. I didn't know him personally, but for 30 years he always gave me a "Hi, kid," when I saw him in the hall.
I was nervous when I called him and got his voice mail. I left a message and figured that was the end of it. To my surprise, he got back to me in less than two hours and we had a nice conversation about my upcoming trip, and he told me he would do everything he could to get me to the big game but it depended on who was playing because his contacts had to be participating. That was fine with me; just to have a chance was all I could ask. I sent him my check for two tickets (a buddy was planning to go with me), and he took my cell phone number and said I would hear back soon.
Sitting in my hotel room on Saturday, I got the call to meet him at his downtown hotel and that he was sorry they were not the best seats but at least it got me in the building. I laughed and told him the only other option I had was to watch it in the hotel bar. I thanked him and wanted to buy him and his wife dinner but he would hear none of that.
I asked him where to meet and how he would recognize me in the crowded lobby, and he said he knew who I was, that I grew up in Southie and that I was the brother of John who worked in advertising 20 years ago.
I was shocked; all these years and this man was aware who I was. That made me feel good. From that time on until I left the Globe, whenever I saw him, he would call me Ed. I guess in a strange sort of way we became extended friends. We will all miss him dearly, but every football season, he will be in our thoughts.
ED WALSH, advertising (retired)
ill was playing golf at the International in Bolton a couple summers back and asked me if I wanted to provide my high handicap to balance out the scores in our would-be foursome. We went in Will's car, and as we got off the exit for Bolton on the Mass. Pike, Will was in the middle of one of his many fascinating stories as he handed the toll-taker his ticket.
The toll-taker looked closely at Will, then gave the ticket back.
"This one's on me, Mr. McDonough," he said. "Thanks for all the great stuff you've written over the years."
It was the first time I'd ever seen Will stumped. He stared at the toll-taker, mouth agape, then shrugged. Continued...