'Fran Crippen would never give up'
The day Fran Crippen died had the disorienting quality of a mirage for those who loved him. Oceans apart, on the Gulf of Oman shorefront where his lifeless body was lifted from malevolently warm water and at the tidy six-lane, 25-yard pool in suburban Philadelphia where he first learned to be a winner, people tried to grasp what had happened and fell short.
It was unthinkable that Crippen had been lost so close to a finish line, so far from home. With a soldier's haircut and upright bearing, ...
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