Dear Senator Feinstein, Good morning mame, It’s me again, one of the nameless seventy-seven thousand workers in the horse racing industry here in Southern California. Let me tell you just the cliff notes about myself. My great grandfather Levi Strauss migrated across this great country of ours in the fifties with his family. Before leaving …
A Tuesday morning in early November. When your hiking buddy cancels last minute, it gives you the chance to write a strongly worded letter to this troll. I mean our fair senator here in this God-forsaken radical liberal run state. Here in California, seventy degrees days mid-November, It could be worse I guess. I mean …
Dear Senator Feinstein, You don’t know me but I am one of the 17,000 individuals employed in the Southern California horse racing industry. I’m a handicapper, wagering ambassador and thoroughbred racehorse owner. Aside from that, I am a fan of the sport of king’s ever since the first time I watched the Kentucky Derby when …
It sounds like a tale you can’t make up if you tried; Our dog got loose from the pet sitter we hired from Rover, and ran four miles through the coyote and rattlesnake filled hills of Encinitas, California, before falling in a canal and floating down the swiftly moving waters of the San Elijo Lagoon …
I grew up in a foggy place. I learned to drive on twisting turning mountain roads where the fog was so dense sometimes you couldn’t see past your windshield. When the fog was that thick sometimes you would have to drive with your head out the window just to see the highway. If the fog …