It’s a good question, one that is posed often to any of us in this crazy game we play. The answers vary but always seem to include connection, history, escape, feeling, thrill, comfort, friends, family… On a quiet Monday morning, I’ve been wedged into the living room couch watching Lossiemouth, … Read More

Home briefly. Ever so briefly. Just a pit stop before getting back on the road. Ten hours plus yesterday. Three hours plus ahead. Around Washington. Over the Bay Bridge. Possibly a walk on the beach. And back in a flash. The thousand days of Christmas still rolling forward. Gift bags. … Read More

No time for returns. Time for racing. Some day I’ll go to Europe for Boxing Day. Some day. Decision time. Where would you go? Limerick, Leopardstown and Down Royal in Ireland. Aintree, Fontwell, Kempton, Market Rasen, Sedgefield, Wetherby, Wincanton and Wolverhampton in England. Pau and Pornichet in France. Low sun … Read More

No time for returns. Time for racing. Some day I’ll go to Europe for Boxing Day. Some day. Decision time. Where would you go? Limerick, Leopardstown and Down Royal in Ireland. Aintree, Fontwell, Kempton, Market Rasen, Sedgefield, Wetherby, Wincanton and Wolverhampton in England. Pau and Pornichet in France. Low sun … Read More

Quiet house. An ice maker provides the backdrop chorus. It’s the only thing stirring. Other than the coffee maker and the keyboard. My time. A quiet house. God, I love a quiet house. No matter where it is in the world. Tomorrow, the kids will liven it up. My son … Read More