One of our state’s iconic athletes left last week. Calvin Bird was 75.
Turning back what doesn’t feel like so many pages, but is — football in Corbin on a Friday night. One fence-leaner townie putting a pun on his pals, “By golly, that Bird boy’s really somethin’, ain’t he? He can fly!”
Indelibly, I remember a crisp autumn evening, aroma(s) fresh cut grass, popcorn and cheap cigars on the air and temperatures chilled enough to make visible the frosty exhale of offensive line squared up to start spending adrenaline.