Happy Father’s Day

I’ve stopped keeping track of the number of racing fans I know who were first brought to the track by their fathers. Count me among them. I know for sure that by the time that I was six and my brother was four, my parents were taking us to the races; it might have been…

Happy Mother’s Day, or Racing And Family

Shortly after booking tickets to my first Kentucky Derby three years ago, I realized, with no small amount of regret, that the first Sunday in May that year was Mother’s Day. Instead of being in Saratoga with my mom that day, I’d be travelling home from Louisville. It didn’t feel the right thing to do,…