I have accumulated a lot of trophies over the years; especially as a kid and a teenager. Baseball, oratorical contests, and even a citizenship award. In later years they were all clutter to me, and so I disposed of them. But one small trophy remains.
It was my first trophy. A marble block with a gold plated plastic cyclist mounted on top; first place for a bike race I won when I was nine years old. It was at Federal Hill in South Baltimore, on the circular drive that is now covered over for a playground. In that park, twenty years after that milestone race, I proposed to Marcella. And then, twenty years after that, that bicycle was proudly ridden by our eleven year old daughter, Elizabeth. What a story it could tell.