I attended a dinner party back in the day when we could still hang out with friends and not be worried about the COVID, where the theme was fiber and lots of it. So between mountain biking the rolling hills of Yorba Linda, California and teaching people how to bet in the suites at Santa …
It was early February 2020 a chilly winter morning. I got up in the dark before the sunrise to go for a walk on the beach before work. Of course February Amber was not counting on her plantar fasciitis killing her once she put her toes in the sand. So instead of dipping my …
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 …
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 …
It’s September 11th today eighteen years later and this is the kind of day where every American asks themselves where was I when the world stopped turning? September 11th 2001, 3 a.m. I forcefully pulled myself out of bed in Redlands, California, 2,790 miles from NYC. I coughed up a lot of flem, chugged some …