What you’re missing…maybe
My father could have moments of self-awareness. One of them was a recurring theme, when he would say once a year that everybody in Louisville became an expert on horse racing once a year.
Kal (my dad) was referring to springtime and the annual rites at Churchill Downs.
I’m not claiming to be an expert. (Though I can pretty much read the Daily Racing Form. It’s just Who cares?) I do, however, know a thing or two about the first Saturday in May in my hometown.
So, the following is for any reader who’s never been to the race and doesn’t expect to be one of the 250,000 or so beautiful people passing through the gates at the track Friday and Saturday. And is still reading this post. (more…)





