Near that Hallow named Sleepy, John N. Covert rose from the fast motorcycles of his Dad to be fleet on own feet.
Stormy Buffalo State forged him even greater strength and determination. And what step could he possibly take to further his focus & organizational abilities?? Answer: the USMC !!!!
Working with Wes Santee, a fellow Marine, and America's premier miler in the Roger Banister era, must have an eye opener for the young Covert.
A more worldly man returned to his beloved Hudson River Valley. He awaited his chance to step on the cinders...(one year) and this time as the leader of the soon to come terror of all the cross country trails and cinder ovals initially in Westchester yet a nano second later his legend grew throughout the Empire State, a few seasons later our beloved nation and then, the Caribbean, Mon !!! And still being at the helm at OHS.
The COVERT BLESSING still touches the fortunate ones: directly & indirectly. There are thousands: the athletes he directly touched, their families, neighbors, & communities for generations to come.
If you didn't know right from wrong and how to conduct yourself, you did after hopping, running, jumping, or hurdling for "The Jet". The post meet meetings in the bus could be and probably were a little intense.
Initially, there was a single drum with an appealing, inspiring rhythm....it said, "you're good but you could be better...maybe great...come try!! Coach played it every day with his lovely wife Carol at his side. Soon other drums began to accompany his. Young men were to be seen running the streets of Ossining in their "pajamas". The Drums of the Covert Years created a Symphony of Record Breaking Achievement. The drum level reached such intensity that Universities wanted some of that music and Lehigh became the new center for John Covert's majesty.
Along the way, a lanky soccer playing ice racing Hollander by the name of John Lengers immigrated to Ossining to become an Indian. He annihilate all who dare challenge him, including myself.
What a team. These two Johns !!! Their drums encouraged many others to challenge the hallowed cinders and paths of Indian glory.
On a dark & quiet night along Mr. Hudson's River you can still hear those drums inspiring the young athlete to work out harder...to be up to the challenge
Thank God and Carol for the Covert Blessing!!