A day at Keeneland

When I was 12 my aunt bought a house on historic Third Street in Lexington.  An old friend of hers lived down the street and had a daughter my age, Cecy.  They introduced us and we’ve been friends ever since.  Fifty years!

Cecy has lived in West Virginia for 30 years but comes to town occasionally to see her brother.  This weekend she brought her great friend, Bozena, and got tickets for us all to go to the races at Keeneland yesterday.  We lucked out, as it was the first nice day in something like 10 and it turned nasty again today…