From Battenkill to Boston
The second installment of this blog was designed to discuss the amazing weekend Michelle and I had in Cambridge, New York at the Tour of the Battenkill bicycle races. The Cambridge community has been wonderfully welcoming to us, the racing was fast and safer than in years past and the number of riders who came by the booth included new friends and customers as well as old racing friends. It was a successful and exhilarating three days. Then came Patriots Day, the day of the Boston Marathon and the killer blasts. What had been a promising up lifting sentiment from the weekend disintegrated into shock and abject sadness. So much has been said and written about this horrific event that I cannot think of more to add. I have loved the Boston Marathon since my boyhood in New London Connecticut. I would run through my neighborhood as a seven or eight year old child pretending to emulate the wonderful runner, Johnny Kelly. Many many years later I reveled in the excitement and high spirits of the atmosphere of this iconic event. Three years ago my daughter Alexandra qualified and ran Boston. She did a fantastic run. When I met her as she crossed the finish line I could never have been a prouder Dad. Our rendezvous was within a hundred meters of this year’s explosion. Though I appreciate the sentiments of staying strong and defying terror, I will never again be able to think of this event exclusive of the death and dismemberment that occurred last week. It will live with me as one of the worst tragedies of my lifetime.