This Old Man
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
At midnight September 7, 2005, I settled into the cockpit of a twenty-foot rough-water racing shell, put my back to a pair of nine-and-a-half-foot oars and pulled the first stroke of what would be 42,000 strokes on a non-stop trek from Albany, New York to the United States Military Academy at West Point, completing 100 miles on a rough and windy Hudson River in less than twenty-four hours-without rest or sleep.
At West Point, I was greeted by my cadet daughter Caroline, and the rowing crew, with the crew captain presenting me with an honorary Army Crew T-shirt, and saying, "In recognition of your incredible feat on the river; that is an inspiration to the entire West Point crew."
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