The Paris Beat

Big Brown was all class and champion as he romped towards the finish line with the relaxed countenance of a Sunday driver on country roads. His jockey glanced in the rear-view mirror to check on possible tailgater but no objects were closer than appeared in the reflection. It’s time for another Triple Crown bragging rights to be handed out to horse, jockey, trainer, and owner. We will see you at Belmont in 3 weeks.

Let the best big brown horse win.

That reminds me.  An old lover promised me a tee from the race on Sunday. Kimi, take us home on Sunday in Istanbul.

M, I want it in black.

The sun has come back to us.  Now, I can fall in love with humanity again and not be as apt to bite off the head of the visiting Chicago Comic.