I found Wicked Strong. Finally. For months, I had been talking about going to see the Jim Dandy winner. I hate to say it, yes, months. As the crow flies, he’d been living about two miles from me at Centennial’s Middleburg farm. I’ve jogged past his barn, driven past his paddock, talked about going to see him, planned on going to see him. Finally I stopped to say hello. Evidently, I even need deadlines to visit horses, as I knew he would be leaving soon. Better get there.