The Wonders of the Internet Find Some Old Columns
Both of my parents were born before 1900. They were awed by the progress they
saw in the last century. They witnessed the coming of such marvels as the
horseless carriage, the airplane, the telephone, the radio and even television.
Early on, the airplane was my motherís greatest mind boggler. She just couldnít
believe that anything that big could fly.
But both lived long enough to see even greater wonders. My father died the week
the Russians broke the gravity barrier in the fall of 1957. My mother lived a bit longer but didnít quite get to see Neil Armstrong step on the moon in 1969. She died two years before but she saw Americans catching and passing the Russians in the space race.
OH, HOW I wish my parents were alive to see the miracles of today. I can only
imagine what my mother and father would say if I told them that I could talk
into a little gadget that I carry in my pocket and speak to someone in New York,
or San Francisco, or nearly anywhere on earth Ė without wires.
Or that there would be such a thing as a box on my desk where I would have
nearly all the information in the world at my fingertips and over which I could
send letters and documents and photos anywhere.
BUT WHY do I bring this up today? Itís because last Thursday was Thanksgiving
and I was giving thanks for all the new marvels. Like my parents, I, myself,
keep getting my mind blown away by the new technology.
And hereís a new one: My daughter Anita, a computer whiz, informed me recently
that she had found columns and stories I wrote way back to the 1950s Ė on the
internet! Now donít ask me how she did it; I only know she sent me some of those columns.
I was beside myself. I canít imagine how many stories and columns Iíve written
in more that 50 years of sports writing. I know Iíve been writing columns and
stories every week since I arrived at the old El Paso Herald-Post in the fall of
1949. And most of the time I wrote several columns and stories per week. It got
me to thinking that the number of words Iíve written must be in the hundreds of
thousands, maybe even a million.
BUT I DIGRESS. Can you imagine the possibilities if I could go back and find any
column Iíve written with the flick of a button? Countless people Iíve written
about have asked me if I still have a certain article or column I wrote about
him or her. This could be a way they could find that column or article and even
reprint it. Wait, wait. Iím getting ahead of myself. My daughter warns me this is only the
early stages of her search. She has no idea how many columns or articles are
available. She only knows she found a site with some of my early columns.
OKAY, BUT Iíve already had a lot of fun reading some of those long-forgotten
stories and columns. And, oh, the memories they brought back.
Benny Brooks, who was inducted into the El Paso Athletic Hall of Fame this year,
attends the same church as I do on Sundays. He was in a story I wrote in 1954
which detailed how his last-second shot won the City basketball championship for
Cathedral High School. He lit up when I told him. ďI remember winning the
championship but I donít remember that shot,Ē he said.
I told him he could go to my web site, raysanchezbooks.com, where some of my
recent columns are archived and where my daughter put that story.
And wouldnít it be great if I could do that for other readers? The possibilities are endless. Stay tuned.
Veteran sports journalist and author Ray Sanchez welcomes suggestions for his column. Contact him at (915) 584-0626,
by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org or online at www.raysanchezbooks.com