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It was 1959, and I was a senior in high school, hanging out at the Jewish Community Center in my hometown of Bayonne, New Jersey, when I ran into the older brother of a girl I knew. His name was ...

Hoping to parlay a tactic he’d employed numerous times, Wyatt Nelson wanted to hang with the leader for half the race, then ...