Pops started taking me to the track at 3. We would go to Pimlico, Laurel, and even cruddy Timonium. When I was a senior in high school, I was able to convince the junior class chemistry teacher to make me his teachers aide. I would "supposedly" grade papers, keep the lab clean, etc. The guy never cared where I was or what I did. So I had 50 minutes to kill every afternoon. School was 4 miles from Pimlico....get the picture.
Eventually moved out west and have not lost one ounce of passion for the game. Have been very fortunate to be a part of some ownership groups. Making a score at the window is always a blast, but it doesn't come close, in my opinion, to taking a picture every so often.
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