Fly-fishing to Nietzsche. Baseball to religion. He would start with something simple and wind up saying something very deep. –Brian Hartigan
“If you would so much as mention work, you would get this look, as if Marty was saying we are not talking about the job!”. At Cantor Fitzgerald, he dealt energetically with the pace and stress of the job — and at the day’s end, he left it completely behind. But he would talk about nearly anything else. “Fly-fishing to Nietzsche,” said Mr. Hartigan. “Baseball to religion. He’d start with something simple and wind up saying something very deep.”
Weekends were sacrosanct. First, he went to Parsippany, N.J., to see his mother and then to rural Pennsylvania to his father’s place. There, he took the boat out and went fly-fishing — his passion. He felt fully at home in the woods and on the lake. His dream was to retire early and become a fishing guide in Montana. Fishing, the woods, wildlife: When he was back in the city, he could happily discuss them every evening.