So, it was the winter of 1978 or 79. The old man wanted to go on a road trip, and the hub bub that was building around the 1980 Winter Olympics in Lake Placid had captured his curiosity. It didnt take much to convince any of us, at anytime, to go on a road trip. We hopped in the big boat my father was driving at the time, and set sail for the Adirondacks of New York. The 90 meter ski jump pierced the sky. The awe of such a structure captured the attention of us hillbillies who had never even seen a skyscraper before. We drove into the lower parkinglot and hiked up to this mammoth structure. We stood ourselves firmly in front the fence that stopped Olympic skiers from leaving the park. Silence and amazement was interrupted by intermitten puffs of breath that we could visibly see come from our nostrils. The silent amazement seemed to last for ever. Not one to handle silence for too long, my mind began to think of something to say. Abruptly from my lips came; "wouldn...