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.
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.
Plane Rides and Stakes Wins
No jet lag here.
No Words
I’ve been trying to put Far Hills into words and will at some point this week. Here and in the Irish Field.
