"Aged." 35 year journalist + 3 books published by Wiley. Live on the NW coast. Love horses, some cats and a few people. Married, once, one daughter. The term average seldom fits me or any of my life. Love writing or reading a good story.
Suspended in space, her form changing with time. She takes comfort in the heat of the amniotic fluid
Land Of The Blind
Henry entered the main building at Churchill Downs. His presence at the track felt odd. He couldn't remember placing a bet in his entire life. Certainly not on something as unknowable as which thoroughbred might outrun others of its kind on any given day. He appreciated the magnificent beasts with their long, terribly slender legs and muscular bodies, but the only reason Henry was at Churchill Downs on the day the most famous horse race in America was being run, was because his uncle had come to this very place to attend this event for the last seven years of his life.