Just recently, the Big Apple (a.k.a. my hometown) celebrated the 75th and 50th Anniversaries of its most recent Worlds' Fairs. (It also hosted one of the earliest Fairs, in 1853.) As I have mentioned in one of my earliest posts, I attended the 1964 Fair with my family when I was--well, let's say I was very young. Very, very young.
I'd love to say that my family and I rode there together. Well, my parents were like about 99.99 percent of American adults of the time in that they didn't ride bikes. And of the Valinotti children, I was the only one who had graduated from tricycles. I think my youngest brother was only a few months old when we went to the Fair.
But someone named Jay Kenney rode there. In fact, he pedaled about 1300 miles to get there: He started in Richfield, Minnesota, with a group of cyclists about his age (16 at the time) on an American Youth Hostels tour.
I stumbled over his photo album when I was researching something else about the Worlds' Fairs. But it made my day. This photo--of the Ludington Light in Michigan--was worth the "detour".
Now, what was I researching again?
I'd love to say that my family and I rode there together. Well, my parents were like about 99.99 percent of American adults of the time in that they didn't ride bikes. And of the Valinotti children, I was the only one who had graduated from tricycles. I think my youngest brother was only a few months old when we went to the Fair.
But someone named Jay Kenney rode there. In fact, he pedaled about 1300 miles to get there: He started in Richfield, Minnesota, with a group of cyclists about his age (16 at the time) on an American Youth Hostels tour.
I stumbled over his photo album when I was researching something else about the Worlds' Fairs. But it made my day. This photo--of the Ludington Light in Michigan--was worth the "detour".
Now, what was I researching again?
