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Road Trip

Road trip to see horses. Oh, how I need to see horses run. Danielle Hodsdon, Todd Wyatt and Jack Fisher. I’ve checked off Danielle at Fair Hill so far. Windy and brisk at the dirt-track gap but great to be out and about, with horses rolling past. Fresh dirt track. One thing I’ve learned, all … Read more

Baby Steps

Forty-nine degrees this afternoon. Sixty-five tomorrow. Green poking through the brown in the flowerbeds. Sun poking through the clouds.  I finished Bobby Orr’s book yesterday. Orr, My Story. Easy, entertaining read. That’s eight for the year. Picked up The Sportswriter, by Richard Ford. Anybody read it? It’s been on my shelf for a while.  Ticked … Read more

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Old Friends

Brent has come and gone. A quick but quaint visit from our friend Brent Harris as he works his way north on his annual road trip from Canada to Florida and back to Canada. A breath of fresh air in the dead of winter.  Nothing has changed in our 30-year relationship. From rooming together in … Read more

Ticking the List

Restarting the engine for the week, always daunting. A bunch of tasks on the list, time to start ticking them off, from the NSA survey to a condolence note to text for the Saratoga Special brochure to downloading and studying Tuesday form to fixing the garden fence. The latter will wait. Brisk today, high of … Read more

Super Bowl Sunday

Snowed overnight. An inch or two, nothing more. Barn chores this morning. Eight hours of Super Bowl pregame going strong while time ticks between morning duties and afternoon duties. Time to make lunch.  Sean is trying to write every day, for more from the Inside Rail, check out the blog’s main page. 

Easy Saturday

Spent the day on the farm. Temperature reaching 60 degrees. Laying cardboard and woodchips on the garden trails, I love free stuff, cardboard from Amazon deliveries and takeout pizza, woodchips from the tree trimmers when I see him on the local strip. Organizing the woodshed, kindling to the right, logs in the center, scrap wood … Read more

Time Slips Away

Long day, getting longer.  In the words of my comrade, George Baker, “Must dash.” See you tomorrow. Sean is trying to write every day, for more from the Inside Rail, check out the blog’s main page. 

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Letters from Joe

I was lucky. Very lucky. I had a Hall of Fame pen pal.  Joe Aitcheson Jr., the 440-win machine rented a room from my family during the Delaware Park summer meets. This was like Ty Cobb living above your kitchen. I waited for Joe to come back from galloping horses each morning, peppered him with … Read more

Alone on a Hill

The Olympics. The pummeling Olympics.  Mikaela Shiffrin failed to finish her second ski race in the Olympics yesterday, slipping, sliding, skidding after five seconds of her slalom run. This came two days after crashing early in her giant slalom race.  The greatest of all time has stumbled. As all the greats do. Stumbled and crashed … Read more

Warming Up

Projected high of 58 degrees Saturday. Time to get out the baseball gloves.  Jeff and his crew hammer and claw at the kitchen cabinets, 1980 specials. They’ve seen better days. Moving the washer and dryer to the new mudroom. Framing for the new window in the front of the kithen, southern light.  Lemonade Thursday spent … Read more