One hard way to have a good time
Me, at the walkers' starting line location. This (below) is the view from the back A train (below) crosses as we Quick Bix runners descend the Perry Street Hill In 1982, one way to be introduced to the Bix Weekend in Davenport was through the Bix Jazz Festival. I moved to Davenport in the early 1980s. My father, Emery Cox, of Tipton, Iowa, was a jazz and live music enthusiast. We would attend the festival in LeClaire Park, with thousands of other people. This was a night-time event and Dad, eventually, mentioned that there was some kind of road race up the street. That was my introduction to what became the Quad-City Times Bix 7. I participated with friends for eight years, during the early 1990s. Our first Bix 7 was the coldest and wettest one to date, I believe. It was before my newspaper career evolved into the Times newsroom, where I worked on reporting about this special race. This year I was free to actually participate, again, and I am so very glad I