Joe’s passing hits home to me in a personal way (beyond reflecting on our own inevitable mortality). My father as a very young man coached cross country and track at a Chicago surburban school, and he had quick success, managing to beat Joe’s guys to win the state meet and having a few runners who were at the top of the high school ranks nationally. Not only was my father a rival to Joe, my grandparents lived two blocks from York High School and knew Joe very well. My grandfather, a titan of industry with awards such as Illinois Man of the Year and so on, was a tough minded and brilliant guy, a product of the Depression, and sparse in his praise. He never once referred to Joe in any other terms than glowing. Joe also treated my brother and me with tremendous respect in our younger years (we too won state championships when we reached high school). Truly a life well lived, as evidenced by so many who pay tribute.
My father went into business in his mid to late 20’s, leaving coaching. In his own Gatsbyesque way, he did very well. And with the benefit of experience, I can see why he left. He wanted to make money, and wanted to live up to his father. It makes me reflect on what really matters, though. Giving so much to so many young people is incalculable, and and in the end, since we all end up in the same state on our day of reckoning, what else could matter more than helping so many young people find a place in this world?
Suburban Chicago was Pax Americana in the 60’s, 70’s and early 80’s. Joe Newton York teams were inextricably bound up within that fabric. Just as with the lifestyle and economics of those decades, we won’t see another Joe Newton again.