As the barricades came down and traffic was restored, Ken, Ellen and I said goodbye to the mile chief. We were off to the nine-mile mark, at the point where the course came back to follow the beach along Ocean Avenue. It was only about a mile and a half away. When we got there,
The women’s marathon had been new territory. We all had been tentative and unsure. But the men’s marathon would be different. Everyone knew exactly what to expect. Also, we would be wide awake. The plan was about the same, only we allowed an extra hour for traffic. We shouldn’t have worried; we arrived at the
Almost immediately, a truck appeared to begin collecting barricades. Traffic was flowing freely again within five minutes. Workmen appeared to reset gates and take down decorations. They would be needed again next Sunday for the Men’s Marathon. The marshals gathered for a round of self-congratulations and to wait for transportation back to the RAND Corporation.
I didn’t sleep well last night. Maybe it was because I was getting up at 4 am, or because I was in a strange bed (I was at my friend Ken’s house to save travel time), or because I was going to help with the first women’s marathon in Olympic history. We were up and
When we reconvened one of the topics was — security. There were no, repeat no, anticipated security problems. None. The possibility was very remote. However, even though there will be security people, and one of the three radio nets will be reserved for security, they wanted race marshals who will be alert, intelligent, and capable
The Los Angeles Olympic Organizing Committee (LAOOC) was nothing if not prompt. The meeting began precisely at 7:00 with a slap of a palm to the podium. The first of six speakers welcomed us. I quickly lost track of who was what. It takes a big bureaucracy to put on an Olympics. First, we were
I was living in Anaheim, CA in 1984 when the Summer Olympics came to Los Angeles. I wrote up my experiences at the time and they have never been published. With the Summer Olympics about to start again in Rio, I’ve dug out the old files and decided to start posting them here. (Please be
I am back from a week in Southern California and the Disneyana Fan Club’s annual convention. (I never announce when I’m traveling for security reasons.) I’m still unpacking and trying to resume my usual routine, but I do have time to tell you a quick story. One of the club’s fundraising strategies is to have
It seems like there is so much negativity and uncertainty in the world right now. In times like these, where do you turn for solace? I’ve been going to YouTube. Granted, you can find anything there (including more negativity), but I’ve been concentrating on the positive. Let me give you two quick examples. Combating racism
The Cactus Who Wanted to Be a Christmas Tree is now available on Kindle! The Kindle price is $2.99, or absolutely nothing if you subscribe to Kindleunlimited! The link is https://www.amazon.com/Cactus-Who-Wanted-Christmas-Tree-ebook/dp/B01GSG9PJQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1466477119&sr=1-1&keywords=bob+welbaum Of course, the paperback edition is still available for $8.99 on both Amazon.com and this website.
