Even though I lived in Seattle when I ran Boston in ‘79, I had grown up in New England and knew the excitement a banner headline could create.
‘Japanese Runners Arrive,’ I recall the Boston Globe announcing one day in the mid -‘60s. What could be bigger news than that? I couldn’t wait for the race itself, even though I then lived five hours away in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
It was the Hartford station, with its New York City orientation, that was beamed up into the hilltowns of Western Mass, and so it was that our sports references were the Giants and Yankees rather than the Patriots and Red Sox.
Or would have been, had it not been for an almost forgotten communications device: radio.