“Save the Bets, Save the Barns: Why California Horse Racing Isn’t Your Villain — It’s Your Neighbor’s Paycheck” If you’ve ever cruised past Santa Anita Park and thought, “Fancy hats, boujie people, horses, got it,” allow me to gently nudge you toward actually stepping inside—because the racetrack atmosphere is far more …
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 toes …
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 …