For the Horse
Found this in the archives of The Saratoga Special. 2008.
Sean Clancy
We should be…
I catch myself saying it, thinking it, pondering it. We should be…
Cup of Coffee: Know Him
In the ongoing, never-ending, sarcastic, sensationalist, one-upmanship of the Internet, the comment has rung and stung from the beginning.
James R. Wyatt, Jr.
I can hear the pages turning, can see them in my friend’s trembling hands. One by one, six pages, front and back, printed pages, from a typewriter back when letters punched the paper, words laid out like bricks in a wall, offering permanency and finality.
Open Saturday
Binoculars. Passes. Sport coat. Tape recorder. Mints. Water bottle (reusable). Two Fasig-Tipton pens. Sharpie for autographs. Betting money. Eating money. Green or red tie? Boots or loafers? Raincoat? Yeah, can’t hurt, throw it in the car.
John Prine, an old friend who I never met
Ironically, there’s a fly buzzing around the kitchen as I sit down in the dark, pour the first cup of coffee and think about John Prine.
Back-to-back titles
“Thank you very much…we’re surprised…”
That’s as far as Harvey Diamond had gotten.
Buzz, buzz, buzz goes the phone
It’s the notices that bother me most.
Isolation Days 9-14
Self Isolation. Day 9. Monday.
Still no symptons. Temperature steady in the 98 range. Back to work. Office work. Well, more like guest-room work. Trying to sell horses and advertising. During a pandemic. It’s going well.
