Richard Duffey, M.D., '79 | Summer 2013
My kids know icons through their electronic world of iPhones, iPads, iPods and MacBooks. But to me, icons suggest images of revered people, places and objects with meanings deeper than apparent on first glance.
In my world, big-framed, secondhand bicycles with 2-inch-wide tires, rusted handlebars and pedal brakes were the iconic norm of the day, ridden by their secondhand owners who were blissfully unaware that new and expensive bikes featured multiple gears and sprockets and hand brakes. Those old bikes carry me back to a time and place: growing up in the wooded outskirts of a Midwestern town where my folks simply intoned “be home by dark” with no further warning needed and where neighbors knew one another so well that front doors remained unlocked both day and night.