I loved Santa Anita Park from the first time I walked into her art-deco green grandstand. I was twelve years old and though I couldn’t place my own bets, my grandmother was happy to place them for me. With a wink, she told the tellers that she was too senile to remember who to bet …
It’s a rainy snowy late winters day in Big Bear, California and I don’t have Coronavirus, yet. My solution to not get Coronavirus is to stay out in nature away from the germs, the sneezes and the runny noses of the masses. This is a lot easier when I just got Coronavirused out of a …