Rafer Johnson, my jogging friend ::

Re “Champion left legacy of golden moments,” obituary, Dec. 3

In the 1980s, I was a faithful morning jogger making my customary round circling the two-mile path around Balboa Island in Newport Beach. I was not a much of a sports fan, but as I approached a small group of people, something “clicked” inside my head and I said, “Good morning, Rafer!”

Pretty soon, I heard foot steps running behind me. Rafer Johnson caught up and jogged with me.

We chatted about this and that. For a few more mornings after that, I’d hear his footsteps as he ran to catch up with me. What a pleasure! Always the modest gentleman, he never mentioned he was there training for the final relay of the Olympic torch for the 1984 Summer Games in Los Angeles.

Now, at 83, I have a lovely, warm memory of this gracious, kind man. Barbara Emigh Newport Beach

I grew up devouring the extraordinary sports writing of the New York Times and Sports Illustrated and loved it so much I pursued a career as a sports journalist. Although I changed course more than 35 years ago, I still appreciate and admire a good story well told.

Scott Wilson’s tribute to Rafer Johnson was one of those articles that weaves a tale that inspires, informs and entertains. I am happy to know quality sports writing is alive and well on the West Coast.

Toni Robin

San Diego

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Thanks for the appreciation of Rafer Johnson.

My only quarrel is that Tom Brokaw’s description of him as the “quintessential American athlete” is one word too long. Rafer Johnson was the quintessential American.

Bob Haut

Topanga