The Long and Winding Road / by Bill Frakes

I'm awake early again to jump on the Javelin and head to the Olympic Stadium to get the gear ready. Covering the Olympics means a series of early mornings, late nights and stunning days of competition. Once settled on the shuttle, I set my iPod on random, and my ears are instantly filled with Paul McCartney's voice. It's the Beatles' The Long and Winding Road.

I can clearly remember the first time I heard the song. I was a young paperboy in Scottsbluff, NE. riding along my route on a blustery February morning delivering the daily edition. At one of the small cafes along the route, the song played over the radio.

After a life well spent traveling all over the planet for many of the world's great publications, I can assure you, it has been a Long and Winding Road indeed.

It has always called me, and I am guessing it always will.