A Winter of Discontent

Today, we celebrate Shakespeare’s birthday. We don’t know for sure when he was born, but he was baptized on April 26, 1564, and today is the day widely acknowledged as his birthday. Yesterday was closing day at Aqueduct, a sodden, sloppy, chilly day far more redolent of winter than of spring. And the day before…

A Hope for Racing to Move “Ever Upward”

An atmosphere of edgy grimness pervaded Aqueduct last Saturday.  The weight of the week’s bad news lay heavy; nearly every conversation included references to the cancellation of Luck in the aftermath of a third horse death or to the growing list of equine mortality at the track over the last few months. Races were watched…

Spring at Aqueduct

January 7 at Aqueduct felt more like April. It wasn’t just the weather, though I have never  been warmer at the Big A, not on any Wood Memorial day, not ever, than I was there on Saturday; “balmy” would be an understatement. But it wasn’t just the weather. It was the faces. It was the…