A great tradition, with new encumbrances as life has grown more complex.
I was a walk-on in the fall of 1953. I had been a trumpet player in high school on the West Coast; my only rowing experience had come in Sea Explorer whaleboat races on the Columbia River. But the lure of rowing in a real shell grabbed me at Princeton and would not let go.
In the end I was captain of the lightweight men’s eight that captured the EARCs and the Thames Challenge Cup in both 1956 and 1957. Great crews, nearly all of us had walked on.
A great tradition, with new encumbrances as life has grown more complex.
I was a walk-on in the fall of 1953. I had been a trumpet player in high school on the West Coast; my only rowing experience had come in Sea Explorer whaleboat races on the Columbia River. But the lure of rowing in a real shell grabbed me at Princeton and would not let go.
In the end I was captain of the lightweight men’s eight that captured the EARCs and the Thames Challenge Cup in both 1956 and 1957. Great crews, nearly all of us had walked on.