Looking to 1968, perhaps one of the worst years in our history, to find inspiration for our troubled times. Posted on the Medium website and on the Albany, N.Y. Times-Union Op Ed page as a guest commentary.
As I turned our car right to leave Stanley Park in Westfield, Massachusetts, recently, that most precious type of memory sprang to mind. The memory hadn’t surfaced for nearly half a century, and it burst forth so suddenly and dramatically I momentarily forgot I was driving a car. I was lost in a vivid recollection of an epic road race I ran in that very park back in 1972. What mattered wasn’t the race itself or the outcome. Instead, it was the decision, for the first time in my 17 years, to…