I always enjoy the Kentucky Derby, not that I’m any great judge of horseflesh. I’m not above dropping a few bucks on the ponies, and don’t get much of a chance to do it any more. SWMBO likes horse racing too, and as pleasant as her company is, women and men just bet differently. She can’t read a racing form; I can. I never notice cleverly-named horses; she does. I never notice the colors of the jockey’s silks; she does. She never bets to win; I do.
She and I and another couple or two used to go to the horse races quite a bit. Many of the male participants in these memorable outings have passed on, and I remember them all, even though I still miss them. Nothing like a friend with whom to order another beer, and discuss how our scientific picks went so wrong, while watching the women scampering to cash a $2 show ticket on some plug who was previously rejected by the glue factory.
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Glue factory? Remember the BIG day that still remains in infamy? The $20 tip to the waitress day? the $5 to the restroom attendant day? As I remember, Kathy and Nancy were the two biggest winners!! Ask her. I bet that she remembers what she bought with her winnings. (Every pun intended.) I got a beautiful boom box that we had for years and years. The boys’ eyes were big as saucers when they saw it. I believe Nancy wanted contact lens. Ask her — I double dare ya’!
How could one forget such an outing? Never before(or since) in my life, have I reached into any pocket and found money! Not just ones, either; I’m talking tens and twenties.
Good memory – Nancy did get contacts with her winnings, at least one of which wound up in a septic tank in Glen Rock PA, but that’s another story.
I’ve owed James some tales of racing hi-jinks for some time now; this particular episode is eminently bloggable.
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