Sports are not really my thing as I am one of the least competitive people you'll ever meet. However, sitting on the banks on the Thames I saw these gentlemen and thought of my friend Jody. She was the coxswain for the men's crew team while at Stanford University. How could I resist taking this for her?
I also remember is living in Watertown, outside Boston, and seeing one man commute from there into Boston and back every day, except during the dead of winter, in his single-man scull. It always seemed the most wonderful way to commute; on the water with no traffic.
A friend and I traveled on business to Boston, many years ago. She was kind enough to indulge my pleasure of watching all the crew teams practicing on the Charles by our staying in a hotel room with one king bed but a river view. Now that's a friend.
Recently I learned that one of our newer members to the East Bay Mystery Readers' Group, now in her 60s, has been part of a women's crew team for years.
So for all the rowers who do while I have the pleasure and memory of being one who watches, this is in recognition of you.
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