Watching the Winter Olympics was a fixture in my life in the early days of my arrival in the USA. It became a tradition every four years from January to February. It was the same when I was going through grad school. I was glued to my tiny fourteen-inch CRT TV. Figure skating, especially, inspired and encouraged me. I was riveted by the beauty and courage of the Olympians. They held me up when I was on the verge of throwing in the towel. Needless to say, I have been…