Lugnasa Hiroshima Moon
Kate and I went to the harness races at Running Aces. The people watching there, as Kate said, is wonderful. Big, little, old, young, wealthy, poor. All kinds.
It was Kate’s 68th and the first birthday of her life since age 18 when she’s unemployed. And happily so. That’s a 50 year stretch. Whew.
We had dinner at the bar, watched the pari-mutuel bettors using computer screens to bet races all across the U.S., thoroughbred and harness. The users of these machines have an account that allows them to sign in, then bet using touch screens. I don’t know how they reconcile the books, but it must be hugely complicated.
As we sat outside watching the gaily colored sulkies and the drivers in their equally colorful silks, dark clouds rolled in from the northwest, eventually sending a thundering rain to the ground. That broke up the party.
Now we’re back. Dogs are in bed. Me, too, not long from now.
