Sean Clancy
The Empire
Three times. Empire Maker has stopped me in my tracks. Thudded me to silence. Jolted me from my thoughts.
Running and Writing
It was a throwaway line at the end of an email, five days into the New Year.
Resolutions Again…
I guess I should write something.
Birthdays
Quiet house.
Going Racing
It was too good to be true. Veterans’ chase. Right-handed. Nine entries. Valuable prize. High weight. Fresh off a win. I’ll be there.
Charleston Curtain Call
So, where were we?
A Tie at the Top for Mitchell, Doyle
Rough day at Callaway Gardens Saturday. Jockeys and horses hitting the ground. Stellar racing. With a cost.
Riders’ Race: Jump jocks still battling
The owners’ race is over, hell, it’s been over since the Iroquois when Bruton Street US went 1-3 in the big one with Scorpiancer and Moscato and Snap Decision finished a roughed-up second, signaling he was the best maiden in the game. They added Pravalaguna and a few others to dominate the standings.
Short Lists and Plane Rides
There is nothing like the separation, the sequester, the purgatory of a plane ride. Especially one from overseas. London Heathrow to Washington Dulles. I lost the timeframe in the pilot’s opening salvo…delay…headwind…make up time in the air…eight, hour hours, some amount of minutes. I’m on my third movie, after a fitful nap, maybe two, and a serving of pancetta macaroni and cheese (actually not bad) and wondering what I’m missing down below.
