Trying to get back in the swing of writing every day. Or, at least, more often. I do remember it being a 2021 resolution. There was also something about running 1,000 miles and something about reading 52 books…and something about…yeah, it happens.
Just walked into our office for the 2022 ST Summitt. Tom Law is on his way. Joe works on Mid-Atlantic Thoroughbred. Katie, the Labrador Retriever, snores on a double dog bed to my right. And just over my right shoulder is a painting by Rumara Jewett. There’s Garrett Gomez, those steely eyes, the high cheekbones, the sunken cheeks, in the Saratoga house silks. He died five years ago yesterday, an accident overdose in a hotel room in Tucson. What a loss. I still look for him in the first corner to the right when you walk in the jocks’ room at Saratoga. Next to John Velazquez, laughing with valet Tony Milan. I still look for him turning for home on the turf, shoulders, elbows, hands in a rhythmic drumbeat of strength, poise, brilliance. So tragic.
Here are a few snippets about Gomez over the years: