Fallen Alpinist

 Every generation produces a great alpine ski racer. 

I deferred to Jean Claude Killy.

Me & Killy killed that winter, back in '67. We owned that Mountain (Cannon). We ruled that trail (Avalanche)!

There was not just 5 mind-boggling, jaw-dropping, head-scratching race runs, but 7 mind-boggling, jaw-dropping, head-scratching runs. I sprang onto the scene in Jan. with youthful exuberance (16) and back-to-back slalom victories, well padded, I may say! One, a test race or the up-coming, first ever, World Cup Race, in March. Perfect platform to display my "advanced physique" and pioneer the parabolic "shaped ski"-->Vr-17/Dynamic, custom designed for Killy. (how I got my hands on some o those, I'll never know). The other: Baxter Whitman (who-ever he was?) Blew everyone away! second weekend in a row!

But it didn't last. My stars and Planets, Luminaries, moved on. 

The Legend o Billy Kenney

Crazy mo-fo fired the shot heard 'round the World!

 

Direct Descendent

 I come across the French Channel (formerly English) ensconced deep in the gonads o William the Conqueror, 1000 years ago. Direct descendent through great great grandmother Lovonia Hale, daughter o Ezra Hale-->deHale-->DeHales--> Henry III-->William the Conqueror/ol' bastard. So that makes it twice I thumped the Brits: Battle o

Hastings and American Revolutionary War.