I've got some other images I might work on and post, but this is a view of the participants of the 11th annual Komen Race for the Cure against breast cancer here in STL. Looking west down Market Street, approaching 18th street. I've been a supporter since the early days, but this is the first time I actually went down and did the walk with the masses; as a rule, I dislike being in crowds, but my friend Steve walked last year and really wanted someone to walk with him this year, so I thought, "what the heck." I was curious about a few things, not the least of which was how I would feel packed in with all those people, so Steve and I hooked up early and went downtown for the walk. Man! What a crowd! Now, I've been in some pretty big crowds in my day--I was actually working backstage artist services at the VP Fair Fourth of July when we had 1 MILLION people estimated in attendance! But that figure covered the entire downtown area and Laclede's Landing, a much larger area than the several blocks cordoned off of the race today--so the sheer mass of moving humanity seemed denser today, but I did okay. As we walked, when the pack got a little pressed, I just kicked it down a gear and moved into a clearer space.
Three miles is not much of a hike to me-I usually go 6-8 miles when I get out and really do some hiking. So the physical effort was pretty much inconsequential; two things surprised me in it all, however; the first, that 66,000 people could look like so many, and second, that after 48 years of life in St. Louis, and three hours spent in the mass, I didn't see a single soul I knew. Steve and I talked about that a bit on our walk-looking to see if anyone we knew would turn up-and it still surprises me that neither of us saw anyone. I realize there's just under one million people in the metro area, but still, I really would've thought I'd see SOMEONE I knew.
Anyway, they managed to raise around 3.2 million dollars for the cause, just a tad under what they did last year, and that's a really cool thing. I'm not a cancer-survivor, in fact, there's low-incidence of cancer in my family, as far as we know (medical records being rather unreliable more than 60 years back or so), so when participants asked who I was walking for, I just said "for everyone who can't be here to walk today."
And while I found out that I still dislike being in crowds, I really do like seeing all those people united in common cause, and as my eyes walked on the masses all around me, I was really glad I went. I intend to walk this walk again, next year, and hope to do so for as long as I'm around.
All those people in your home town and you didn't know a one but the second you step off an airplane 4,000 miles away you see someone who lives next door.
ReplyDeleteEver notice that? No matter where it is you'll find someone you know if its away from home. I always thought it was weird.
I can put some truth to that, by observing:
ReplyDeletewhen I lived in Detroit, I went to the Michigan Renaissance Faire and, as I walked around it, ran into a couple from my hometown of House Springs, MO., population about 500! They were visiting Mi. relatives and had decided, that day, to go to the Ren Fair.
When I was in Los Angeles, on the one night I went out-on-the-town, I ran into a guitarist that I'd known 20 years before in Fenton, Mo., on Sunset Blvd. I didn't even know he'd moved to LA.