I can still vividly remember Glenn Marshall on stage at the Nichols School - swaggering, confident, dismissive.
This 'dog and pony show', he called it.
He vowed to write checks, insinuated racism, labeled himself a 'steward of the earth', and gave the impression that it was only a matter of time before 539 acres in Middleboro became his personal paradise and money factory.
He promised he wouldn't build a casino in Middleboro if Middleboro didn't want it, but didn't really mean it. He reveled in being a leader, while shunning those who disagreed with him. He wove a fiction for Congress, and wore ostrich skin boots.
He grandstanded and glad handed. He was always the king, never the goat. Everyone else was the goat. We were the goat.
His dog and pony show became a three ring circus.
He helped divide a tribe, and divide a town.
Yesterday, Glenn stood before a judge, and pleaded guilty to embezzlement and political corruption.
In May, he'll be sentenced to time in another sort of paradise. One with bars, bad food and bright orange jumpsuits.
Mahalo & Aloha Glenn.