By Tim Robinson
Much of my "short" liife in high school (I was 5-3" as a sophomore) centered around hero worship. Sitting in P.E. class that week I listened at roll call. "Bamburg--here", "Baldwin--here," etal. When the coach got to "Salterelli", my ears perked. I'd heard about a boy named Salterelli who was a very fast runner at Cascade Junior High.
Though I never turned out for the track team in junior high, I always thought I was a fast runner. I was small and light, maybe 105 lbs. Larry Salterelli was built kind of square, not heavy, not lean. He had a chiseled jaw line, even at age 16.
Out on the track that Spring we were running test sprints. I think the coach was looking for track stars of the future. I sprinted my best while the coach timed us. Twelve seconds for 100 yards. I knew that wasn't very fast. I'd done that the year before too
Larry got down in a crouch, sprinting out at "go" finishing with a grimaced look in his face. "ten-five", the coach yelled. Whew! That was fast. That began my hero worship. I knew I could never run that fast but I really enjoyed watching Larry run.