I’ve been asked to reminisce in writing from time to time about athletes I’ve cheered or coached over more than three decades at The Stony Brook School, starting in the fall of 1957. But my memories actually begin more than six years earlier, in the spring of 1951—65 years ago.
Midway through my 11th grade year in a Canadian high school, my father accepted a call to become pastor of Bay Ridge Baptist Church in Brooklyn, New York. I was 15 years old and very opposed to leaving my friends at church and school. Read more