Opening Ceremonies of the Montreal Olympic Games, July 17, 1976. Yes, that’s me in the foreground!
We may be overburdened with snow, but I’m thankful for the wonderful distraction provided by this year’s Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia. Whenever the Olympics are broadcast, whether winter or summer, my family is never far from the television, which we watch pretty much from morning until night. We can’t get enough. There’s something magical about watching these amazing athletes from all over the world come together in one place to compete for gold.
I’ve been fortunate in my life to have attended and worked at an Olympic Games, thanks to my father, whose publishing company, John Brown Publishing, produced the guidebook for the Montreal Olympics in 1976. My cousin and I sold programs at the basketball venue and also at the Main Stadium (forever after called ‘The Big Owe’) for 16 incredible days. It was the year of Nadia and her perfect 10, a visit from the Queen, and Soviet women basketball players who looked like men–in the days before doping became illegal.
The money wasn’t bad, either. We both made enough to pay for university that fall. It was a summer I’ll never forget, and a memory I hold dear to my heart.