I want to do a whole post on my grandfather (Melvin Beck). He died before I was much of a runner, or athlete really. And he developed Alzheimer’s when I was too young for either of us to know how similar we were, kindred even.
But, for now, here he is at Alabama circa 1930:
I have a few photo’s of him on the track, pole vaulting, and high jumping.
He was an olympic qualifier, and stubborn as hell. My mother has some spectacular stories of him rooting for the underdog, following a zig-zag path, a unapologetically striving for his dreams.
I think he’d approved of my ways. Or at least I hope so.