It was early Sunday morning and the only activity at the sleepy crossroads was the Marathon Station: bleary-eyed customers filling their tanks with gasoline and their tummies with caffeine and sugary donuts.
Do you recognize this two thousand year-old Mayan temple from Mexico’s northern Yucatan? We wouldn’t think so, because it isn’t Mayan, and certainly isn’t in Mexico.
Shopping centers all across America have the same homogeneous mix of big-box and trendy fashion stores, but their marketing departments would have you believe that their mall is unique.
If you’re Runhappy, a four-year old colt who has added $1.5 million dollars to his owner’s bank account, you pretty much get what you want.
Gravity is the culprit. The only thing keeping a top-heavy, one-thousand pound horse from plopping to the ground are four long, thin legs.
If you have any doubts about the boast that Kentucky is the horse capital of the world, just look at the statistics for winners of the Kentucky Derby.
Like most boys of my generation, I grew up on a steady diet of cowboy westerns. The Duke was my favorite of course, but honestly, I wasn’t that particular. There was always the customary black-hat vs. white-hat gun fight, and if I was lucky, a bronc-bustin’ scene.