Welcome Back
Willie McCarthy sent a message.
Appreciate the mention last night Sean…I’LL BE BACK…!
Storm City
Penelope Miller got stuck at Ben & Jerry’s when the city lost power one day in Saratoga. Saturday morning, she cackled with delight about the day she was the kid in the candy store. You know the storms here, the ones that come out of nowhere, like they’re mad at you, Wizard-of-Oz wind, slamming rain, filling up the trough near the Parting Glass and blowing out the power grid. It’s something about the mountains.
My Man
I was in love. Twenty-one and head-over-heels, walk-off-a-cliff in love with a beautiful Greek girl from Birmingham, Alabama. I met Annie Kontos at Atlantic City Racecourse, she was wearing a red dress, my life was never the same. I came home for Thanksgiving, 1991, the first time to meet her family, her whole family. Mom, dad, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews and cousins – everybody was a cousin.
315 to 1
“OK, you’ve had about 315 days to think about it. You good, or have you put it in the I’ll get to it file?”
Newspapers, tragedy, life
Dennis Forney. Trish Vernon. Vicki Davis. Mike Short. Lon Wagner. Kathy Emery. Gina whose last name I can’t remember. Deny Howeth. Chris Wildt. Cat Tanzer. Don Herring. Terry Peddicord. David Healey. Adam Wolle. Bill Hughes. Cheryl Mattix. Jon Springer. Drew Ostroski. Jeff James. Jeff Swinger. Butch Comegys. Anthony Farina. Jim DeCourcy. Wendy Gilbert. Joy whose last name I can’t remember. Craig Horleman. Jeff Gentry. Jane Thomas. Barb Tidman. And . . .
Three weeks…
Red Smith said it best.
“From New York City you drive north for about 175 miles, turn left on Union Avenue and go back 100 years.”
Royalty
One final day of Royal Ascot. Bouncing between Royal Ascot and the World Cup all week, while balancing a tray of jobs and tasks at the same time. No dishes on the floor. Yet.
Ascot Dreaming
We are all dreamers. Watching Royal Ascot this morning, the dreams came alive for Tanya and John Gunther, Eve Johnson Houghton and a few others beyond the big names of Gosden, Dettori, Buick, Appleby, Mullins and Abdullah.
Father’s Day
To the barn early. Hot, the air is stifling, like a carpet draped across the doorway as you open it. Bugs are out already. Horses – my other eight sons – glad to see me.
Riding in the Hills
I’ve been trying to write every day, good or bad, something to say or not. Somebody told me Saratoga started in five weeks, better start up the engines. Missed yesterday while spending the morning at Fair Hill, the afternoon on I-70 west and the evening riding bikes with Miles and picking weeds in the garden.
