A Belated Note from the Spa
I am chagrined. A little shamefaced that Railbird posting has dwindled to almost nothing in the past three weeks. All this time in Saratoga, and I’ve barely written a word. The situation is so bad that when I met Alan of Left at the Gate at the track on Saturday, he greeted me with, “What happened? It’s like you fell into a black hole.” Not quite … just Saratoga, where racing crowds out all else. Some notes and observations on the meet’s first half are coming soon …
