Teresa Pompay: A Saratoga blast from the past

It’s late March. I walk into the Gulfstream barn of Teresa Pompay, and I am greeted with a meow. Simultaneously welcoming and warning, the meow comes again, insistent. “That’s Rasta,” says Terri, appearing from around a corner. “He adopted us.” Rasta clearly has discerning taste, as the barn of Terri Pompay seems like a mighty…