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.
The Trail’s End
Traditions are on hold everywhere.
California Derby 1978 – what a trip
I have emails from Jack and Mary Dixon Hutcheson going back to 2013. The first is about an April Fools’ Day article I wrote about Animal Kingdom becoming a steeplechaser. Jack laughed, which was the goal. There’s one about Moreno upsetting the 2014 Whitney (the subject is “Musta’ been the gumbo”), another about reading The Saratoga Special while stuck at home in Virginia and others offering thanks, tips, encouragement.
Guest Column: Foal watch for sanity
Up early (depending on my four-legged roommates’ internal alarm clocks that day), put the kettle on for tea, check the news and then get to work while dreaming of leaving the house. That’s the routine every day for the past month … now I know how Bill Murray felt in Groundhog Day.
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.
Run. Rest. Repeat.
Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run. Rest. Run.
Sleep.
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.
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.
