I have a memory of Matt that is actually the near opposite of your story, Ed, in which Matt was impossible to catch. My memory involves me not being able to get away from the guy!
When Matt was just a little guy, probably one or two, I have a distinct memory of him always clawing at me, of being up in my grill. I couldn't have been very old at the time, but I can actually remember having that feeling of "I wish he would leave me alone." Mom seemed to think that it was cute that Matt was so infatuated with me.
Today, when I think of Matt, I kind of think of him as being the famous one of the group. He's an Eagle Scout, he managed to build a bike path in Oelwein that still stands today, and he's done all kinds of cool things like kite surf, canoe through the everglades, and survive in the mountains. I wouldn't be surprised if he and Wendy all of a sudden moved to the Alaskan wilderness and opened a fly-fishing business.
I'm not sure exactly how tall he is now, but I still picture him to be about 3' 11". If he had hairy feet he could play Bilbo Baggins in "The Hobbit".
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