In the Fall of 1981 in a darkened theatre in Guelph, Ontario, I sat with my running club team mates anticipating the start of the film Chariots of Fire. While this film has been recognized as one of the top British films of all time, we were just excited to see anything that had to do with running. I, however, was excited for another reason. My uncle, David Moffat Johnson, had also competed in the race depicted in the movie and I was curious to see whether any mention was made of him.