My first thoughts as a twenty-five-year-old are of my wife and daughter. Will I ever meet my loyal and devoted wife, Bonnie? If I do, will we have our precious daughter, Danielle? As I contemplate these disturbing eventualities, the phone rings.
I remember the day my father asked me to become a partner in the stable. He was sitting behind his desk in the temporary office space we rented then, dressed in a camel colored sport coat and checkered cotton sport shirt. He looked straight at me with his bright, keen eyes and proceeded to makeContinue reading “Morton and the Horses”
When the horses reached the quarter pole, just before turning for home, Silver Sunsets galloped contentedly, exactly where he wanted to be — in last place, thirty lengths out of the lead. Casual bettors, who picked Silver Sunsets by his number or the way he looked in the post parade, are tearing up their ticketsContinue reading “Silver Sunsets”