Opinion

Angel Cordero leaned on the wooden wall, watching but not watching the final two horses walk around the back ring at Keeneland Monday. A colt by Offlee Wild and a colt by Bernardini. Cordero looked at the one of them, “nice horse,” but he was miles, ages away from that horse, that moment.

The move is complete. A shade under 800 miles last week from Lexington to Saratoga Springs. Recovered from that, mostly.

Ventured home to Pennsylvania for Easter, the first time I’ve been home since I squeezed in a two-day visit before Christmas. Miles, hardly knowing his cousins, his grandparents these days. Life seems to have gotten too fast, too harried for trips home.

Nearly 15 years is a long time.

Sometimes it feels like just yesterday that a job took me from my hometown to Lexington. Other times, usually when they involve trying to run a road race against some young-legged 20-somethings or staring the mirror at the gray hairs, it feels like an eternity.

The running joke around the house here in Lexington goes something like this: “We need to move to upstate New York just to get warm.”

On the way to have a birthday breakfast with my mother Saturday morning, I got rolled. Well, not rolled, but robbed. I guess. Mostly, I feel stupid and duped and a little bit angry. It went something like this… Because of a busy schedule later in the day – Little League field clean-up, team photos … Read more

The 2013 Hall of Fame ballot showed up in the mailbox today and got me thinking.