May 13, 2005 - Glebe Report
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<strong>13</strong> <strong>Glebe</strong> <strong>Report</strong> <strong>May</strong> <strong>13</strong>, <strong>2005</strong> GLEBE<br />
By<br />
Clyde<br />
Sanger<br />
On a recent visit to a nephew's<br />
house I came across an intriguing<br />
little book with the title On<br />
Parenting. Of course, I had to dip<br />
into its grab bag of homely advice to<br />
find out what we had done wrong<br />
(or maybe right) in the upbringing<br />
of our sons.<br />
You can guess quite a lot of it.<br />
Keep a door jamb unpainted on<br />
which to record your children's<br />
birthday heights. Kiss them<br />
goodnight, even if they are already<br />
asleep. Get to know their teachers.<br />
"Really listen to your children. Let<br />
them know that you understand and<br />
empathize with their feelings." And<br />
an odd one: "Never give your child a<br />
drum."<br />
As a breakfast cook, I liked this<br />
one: "Remember the three universal<br />
healers:<br />
Calamine lotion, warm<br />
oatmeal and hugs." But there was a<br />
glaring omission. "Go on a road trip<br />
with one of your children at a time."<br />
That's my prime advice to parents.<br />
Of course, you need to wait until<br />
they can drive better than you do.<br />
I have tried it three times. First,<br />
when Toby was driving down alone<br />
from the Yukon and I bought a oneway<br />
ticket to meet him in<br />
Edmonton. We had six great days,<br />
camping in provincial parks, visiting<br />
the Batoche battlefield and a pottery<br />
at the charming harbour of Rossport<br />
and debating lengthily why<br />
Saskatchewan folk don't move their<br />
clocks forward in the spring.<br />
Then Daniel decided to return to<br />
his Kenyan birthplace and we drove<br />
from Nairobi into the midst of<br />
Road trips - and Matt's Marathon<br />
elephants in Masai Mara. And on to<br />
Zanzibar and other splendid<br />
memories. Finally, Matthew told us<br />
he had qualified for the <strong>2005</strong> Boston<br />
Marathon. His running mate and<br />
neighbour in Ottawa South, Gary<br />
Stein, was driving down early. Matt<br />
and I followed a day later.<br />
The unplanned usually happens.<br />
At the American border an African<br />
with a huge suitcase was waiting for<br />
a ride. Baki was from Burkina Faso<br />
("the land of honest men") and was<br />
aiming to catch a flight to Paris that<br />
evening. In faltering French I began<br />
to say nice things about Moslems<br />
until he said he was a Catholic<br />
convert and was really Alexandre.<br />
We dropped him on a Boston street<br />
where he found a French-speaking<br />
taxi-driver. The gods smile on Baki.<br />
Boston was beautiful: magnolia<br />
trees along Beacon Street and<br />
forsythia bursting out. Everyone en<br />
fête for the Marathon, giving away<br />
T-shirts and Powerbars. We stayed<br />
with Matt's high school friend,<br />
Jonathan Leaning, and wife Debka<br />
Colson in Jamaica Plains on a street<br />
where the children ride scooters and<br />
toss basketballs, and the parents sit<br />
on verandah steps with coffee. The<br />
transplanted <strong>Glebe</strong> at its best. Their<br />
youngest child Tati beat happily on<br />
an African drum.<br />
I suggested we might scout out the<br />
Marathon route on Sunday, but<br />
wisely Matt chose to explore the city.<br />
We tramped round the public<br />
gardens ("Make way for ducklings")<br />
and crossed to the North End, where<br />
the Freedom Trail now has a<br />
memorial to Holocaust victims that<br />
is indescribably moving.<br />
Up before dawn on Monday and<br />
Matt was carried off on a special bus<br />
to the start far away at Hopkinton. At<br />
noon a pair of fighter jets screamed<br />
over the city, announcing the start.<br />
We waited for hours by the finish<br />
along Boylston Street. I sneaked into<br />
a third-floor boardroom of the Lenox<br />
Hotel and saw the wheelchair<br />
QUESTIONS<br />
Matt Sanger and Gary Stein at the Boston Marathon<br />
contestants arrive to cheers and<br />
Canadian Jacqueline Gareau, winner<br />
in 1980, being crowned as grand<br />
marshal. Then a hotel flunky turfed<br />
me out into a street crowded with<br />
jubilant Ethiopians. They cheered<br />
their man, Hailu Negussie, for he<br />
beat all those Kenyans. But my pride<br />
in Kenya had its moment with fourtimes<br />
winner, Catherine Ndereba,<br />
who smiled gorgeously under her<br />
laurel wreath.<br />
Meanwhile, Matt and Gary were<br />
keeping a fair pace an hour behind.<br />
They passed Framingham (10k)<br />
where my wife Penny was born and,<br />
at Wellesley College (20k), the pack<br />
veered off to brush the hands of all<br />
the laughing girls. At 30k they faced<br />
the Heartbreak Hill of awesome<br />
repute, "but it was mostly hype",<br />
said Matt. On the last four miles<br />
through Boston the crowd was<br />
"something else" and the two friends<br />
crossed the finish line holding hands.<br />
Photo: Clyde Sanger<br />
They were clocked in at three hours,<br />
42 minutes.<br />
Everywhere heroes in aluminum<br />
warm-up cloaks were being hugged.<br />
We found the friendly 39 bus to get<br />
back to the Leanings and Debka<br />
sketched the best way out of the<br />
chaotic city. Matt drove in darkness<br />
through the White Mountains to a<br />
cosy log cabin in the woods. Next<br />
day, at Mount Washington Hotel in<br />
Bretton Woods, where the post-war<br />
world was restructured, the Boston<br />
Globe told Matt he had come in<br />
number 6318. And so home.<br />
Lots of human stories. One pair<br />
took more than six hours and he<br />
proposed to her on the finish line.<br />
But what of number 17,549, Jason<br />
Pisano, the last runner (walker?) to<br />
complete the marathon. Whatever<br />
kept him going for seven hours and<br />
25 minutes? The sunshine and the<br />
joy of good company? Well, why<br />
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