53 Years Later
53 Years later my son is at Bridgton Academy By Bill Humphreys Do the math and my classmates could’ve had their grandchildren already pass through BA by this time.…
53 Years later my son is at Bridgton Academy By Bill Humphreys Do the math and my classmates could’ve had their grandchildren already pass through BA by this time.…
Precious Time is Slipping Away I lost two friends this week. Two friends from back in the day at my old prep school in Maine back in the 1960’s.…
The Boys of Summer Friday, September 16, 2005 My son Ian and I just this minute got out of the lake. We swim every night when I get home,…
So the song goes that I hear on the truck radio as I make my deliveries around New England & New York each week. Tomorrow I will be 73 years…
The sponsor’s name across the front and back of the cycling jersey was the significant difference between us as racing cyclists and the mainstream team sports in this country. It…
New talent and unknown locals with different jerseys were always lying in wait, on starting lines from Greensboro,N.C., to Fitchburg, Mass. Cyclists who traveled the Eastern Seaboard from Florida to…
Around 1972, in official recognition of the naturally impoverished state of American bicycle racers, who were not allowed to race for cash, the Amateur Bicycle League of America finally allowed…
In Europe, kids grow up putting on local club cycling jerseys, just like kids in America grow up putting on Little League uniforms. Bicycle racing is ingrained in the European…
Most folks who bought my book, "The Jersey Project," now out of print, (Thank you) thumbed through the pages to look at all the jerseys and remenisce. Then it was…
I met Fred Kuhn on that fateful day, 2 years ago when Dave Chauner the two time Olympic track rider who worked at Kopp’s gave me a ride to Princeton.…