Anne Andrews airborne after a victory in spring 2000 (over BC, I think, with the junior varsity crew). Nathan Rolander gives the wolf's grin at left.

Grady visits the pain locker, at the end of a series of Powerhouse pieces that Coach Benford was putting the crew through in mid-spring of 2000. Shane rocks the Yankees cap, and a little piece of Chris's face pokes over his left shoulder. We are just downstream of the Eliot footbridge, and the cupolas in the background are Harvard.

The Tufts men's varsity eight begins a Powerhouse piece in the spring of 2000. We're just coming up on the Riverside docks; Polaroid headquarters is on the right.

Preparing to shove from Newell docks for a practice, spring of 2000. Grady smiles in the foreground, trying to keep his mind off the 5x5' workout to come.

The boat is empty and waiting to be put away after a spring practice. Britt is putting on his jacket near the bow. Matt Waterson's foot is in the left of the frame. This shell was the Rocky Carzo, and was brand new at the time. It's rowed by the third varsity or second frosh these days.

Grady at the release

This is 2000, spring. Junior year.

Grady was stroke, Shane was behind him in seven seat. We had the "rebel colors" on our oars; we refused to paint the ugly brown, and left it the matte gray "factory finish" that they came with from Concept II. 

The Riverside Boat Club lightweight eight on the awards dock at Canadian Henley in August of 1999. The crew was Eric Kenney stroke, Tom Keister, John McKenna, Sean Wolf, Jason Banks, MJ Curry, Erik Limpitlaw, Brian Barrett at bow.
Also on the squad were Mike Dipierro, Ed O'Malley, and Matt Smith. Our coaches were Jon Pojednic and Greg Barringer.

Riverside lightweight eight at the Canadian Henley, summer of 1999.

We're mid-race en route to winning the intermediate light eight pretty handily. The crew was pretty slick as far as tech, and tough enough to get most everything out of their fitness. MJ had pulled a 6:21 2k earlier in the summer, and Tom Keister had spun 6:16... but that was about as close as we got to having true erg monsters in the boat. There were enough people in the high 6:20s and low 6:30s to make it go.

This shell, a brand new Filippi, was tight. A very small coxswain berth, but it had one neat feature: footstrap tie-ins for the cox. Awesome, especially during the 500m dash.

On the medals dock at Canley.

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.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Murphy looking quizzical.

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

More Murphy... more cute.

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.