Soon after, here in this column, I wrote a piece that documented a trip I'd made to Jamestown, N.D. While there, I'd met someone who'd just returned from Southern California. What did they rave about most from their visit? Dog Beach.
Then I learned that the future of Dog Beach as we knew it was in jeopardy.
That's how I got to know Martin. He'd called me one day, gravely concerned that the city was trying to put Dog Beach out of business. While his concerns may have been overstated, clearly the city had started making a few demands of Martin that would have seriously impede his ability to run things the way he was used to. After the column ran, based in even a remote possibility of Dog Beach being harmed, it helped ignite a debate between Martin and the city that he eventually seemed to win. He pled his case eloquently and humanely throughout the process. His compassionate tenacity, fueled by his love of animals, was a stunning thing to behold.
Martin was also aware that not everyone was behind the concept of a dog beach. More than once, I'd received a call or e-mail from him alerting me to the fact that someone was complaining — perhaps a City Council member, or a disgruntled local who simply did not understand the charms of a beach for dogs.
Whatever it was, whenever he felt that his haven might be under attack, he'd reach out — first to catch up on life, and then to try and enlist some help in defense of his organization.
Martin was easy to go to bat for — a good man whose heart was in the right place. If you ever saw him at Dog Beach, you'd know what I mean.