… and they’re off.

Delaware Park is always host to horse races and has been for many years. It’s now mainly a casino, but I remember my Uncle, who used to be a jockey, would take me here as a young boy. He would show me how to read the paper, to figure out how the odds worked, to pick a horse based on recent racing history, how the track was running, as well as horse lineage. Sometimes he would take me to where the jockeys hung out. Sort of like a behind the scenes tour.

He is now and always has been an incredible Uncle. A generous, giving man with a wicked streak of orneriness. I love him today, but I still pick a horse if I just like the name. Cheers Uncle Harold!



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