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Clinton W. Trowbridge writes from Sedgwick, Maine.
All that talk about being the best is Olympic fever, ad hype. If everyone were the best, where would the rest of us be? In sports this is obvious. Perhaps not so much so in advanced nuclear physics.
We don't weigh much: maybe 40, 50 pounds. We're light compared to you. And that's how it all got started. Some big guy got mad at Joey LaRoy down at MacNab's Bar and Grill.
"Whew-whew! Whew-Whew!" I looked past my mother through the half open taxi window. An old man in a grey flecked, tweed jacket was walking a Scotch terrier on a leash.
"Left! — — Left! — — Left! Right! Left!" The drill instructor inside of me had successfully surfaced and was now exulting in command.
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