An Interview with Horace Ashenfelter

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Ashenfelter, in white, competing with his arch-rival, Vladimir Kazantsev of Russia.

If you’ve been seeing the traffic sawhorses around Glen Ridge, that’s because the Ashenfelter 8K is tomorrow. (Race starts at 9 a.m. Map here.) This story originally ran in the Essex Running Club Newsletter, December 2008 and also appeared on Bongiovanni’s blog, Wise Contradictions. 

One of the most pleasant surprises about living in Glen Ridge is that it’s home to some serious runners–including one Horace Ashenfelter, who won the gold medal at the Helsinki Olympics in 1952. Dan Murphy–another serious runner–took over the organization of the town’s Thanksgiving Day “turkey trot” and renamed it in Ashenfelter’s honor. Ever since I first did the race in 2006, I wondered about Ashenfelter–where does he live? Does he still run? What was it like to compete in the Olympics? I asked around–and got some answers. Ashenfelter was still running strong and is friendly. After being encouraged by some fellow Essex Running Club members, I wrote him a note and pitched a story. I got the impression that Ashenfelter was accustomed to answering questions from curious runners and was honored that he granted the interview. When he competed in the Olympics he was an FBI agent and defeated Vladimir Kazantsev, from the USSR when the Cold War was going hot. Have you had a chance to meet someone you deeply admire? How did it go? I’m glad I had a list of questions and that I recorded the conversation. I have to say, running a steeplecase sounds like fun. It’s great to have folks share their stories.

On Thanksgiving Day at the Ashenfelters, four children and twelve grandchildren don their sneakers and run an eight-kilometer race before sitting down to dinner. The 1952 gold medal winner, Horace Ashenfelter, for whom the race is named, is still going strong and inspiring runners of all ages.

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Ted Bongiovanni: The Quiet Car Gets Loud

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A View to a Kill may not have been the best Bond movie, but the words of Christopher Walken’s character Max Zorin summed up the thoughts of many passengers on the 8:25 a.m. bound for Penn Station yesterday morning, Thursday September 22, 2011.

“More power! More. Do it,” he said.

We entered the tunnel and were almost to New York when the train stopped, the lights dimmed, and all you could hear was the hissing of the hydraulic brakes. The conductor’s voice crackled over the intercom, and broke the silence of the quiet car: “we’ve lost power, and we don’t know when it will be restored.”

So, what should have been a 38 minute ride, to cover a paltry 12 miles, became a three hour ordeal of sorts, complete with an asthmatic passenger, diesel fumes wafting through the cars, a rescue and temperatures rising after the air conditioners conked out. Fortunately, passengers and conductors kept their cool.

Since few had wireless, the delay provided a chance to talk. I was seated next to Doug, a friend and former colleague. We read the paper copy of the Times, caught up on recent trips and kvetched. Passengers fortunate enough to have wireless service loaned out phones so that folks could advise co-workers about the interminable delay. People fanned themselves with magazines and made jokes about conserving whatever food or water they brought with them. Continue Reading

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