Tuesday, June 08, 1999

This was the summer we lived at 7 Lowden Avenue: Jono and Jeff sculled at Union with John "F" Reilly, while I coxed with the light squad across the Charles at Riverside.

Jeff's quad (with Aleks Zosuls, Sam from Yale, and Jeff Marois from Tufts) ended up winning the intermediate light quad sculls at Canadian Henley. The Riverside squad won the intermediate light four-without, the intermediate light eight, and took second in the senior light eight with the same crew. (The winners of the intermediate event got a slot in the finals of the senior event. New York Athletic Club won handily in that event as well as in the light eight dash, which was unsurprising, as they had four members of the next year's lightweight Worlds squad in the eight, including Gabe Winkler and Rob Milam.)

Saturday, April 17, 1999



I've been holding intergender flexoff's for many a year.

Wednesday, December 16, 1998


Jono Murphy showering himself with snow. This is in the Schenectady Museum nature preserve, winter of 1998.

Wednesday, July 08, 1998


Jono is eating an army man off a bowling ball, summer of 1998.

Sunday, September 28, 1997



I took this photo of the dock at Colton in 1997, and I'm pretty proud of it.

Monday, June 09, 1997


Jono on the swing chair in Matt Dunn's front yard, summer between high school and college.

Saturday, June 07, 1997


Kate and Murphy on the docks at Colton, in May of 1997.

Friday, May 16, 1997


May of 1997, the senior year Niskayuna varsity crew. We're rowing back to the docks after our heat at the Stotebury Cup. Ultimately, we lost out in the semis. (cox Jeff Lindy, stroke Jeff Anchukaitis, Scott Proper, Brad Busino, Sasha Kraev, Jeff Albanese, Brendan Hamm, Bob Parks, Jono Murphy bow)

Sunday, June 23, 1996



Murphy looking quizzical.

Monday, June 03, 1996



Kate and I with Murphy on his first day with us.

Tuesday, May 28, 1996



More Murphy... more cute.

Monday, September 24, 1984



Indian Guides facepaint. This is me and my father in the kitchen at the old house on Stuyvesant Street. I don't know exactly what it is I'm eating, and honestly it looks like a crab apple.

Wouldn't put it past me.