I have been a huge fan of race horses since I was a kid. One of my earliest memories is actually being taken to Churchill Downs for a late night kind of race. I still don’t know what sort of racing it was but I do recall that the horses had little carriages or buggies tied to them. This is a memory that has stuck with me forever, I can’t just vaguely recall the race itself being at night and some of the people around me. I don’t recall any impressions of the race other than the importance of it being stuck with me.
Growing up in Louisville, Kentucky is kind of like that, though. For the rest of the world they see Churchill Downs as being home of the Derby with nothing in-between. It’s like everything that happens i this city is nothing but a huge lead up for the Derby and then, nothing. We live in a world that is half real and half not. Continue reading