17 and cloudy at 35538. Miles and Annie off to school. A rice dish in tow. For history class, something about African studies. We prepped and peppered, cooked and clean for four hours last night. We ate for about seven minutes in there somewhere. We ran out clean forks. We have a lot of forks.
43 and foggy at Wincanton. The first race is underway. Evidently. Richard Hoiles throwing axes in the dark. “Now, I believe we’ll pick them up…which I think will be the second-to-last…you can see the gloom of the headlights following the field but unfortunately not the field…” Ideal Des Bordes won the first.
36 and mostly sunny at Charleston. NSA meetings all day tomorrow. I’m meant to speak about owners’ hospitality at the races, what’s expected and what’s accepted. Any suggestions? Shoot me an email. [email protected].
In the words of my great friend George Baker…must dash.
