not drinking yet

At a few minutes after noon, I'll have a cup of coffee. Fresh pot, not the one I drained between 7 and 10 this morning, before my restless late morning nap. Feeling better now. At 3, I felt like wasting time, so I tuned in the tube and saw - horses! Little men on horses! Some horses that went into the cage, one that fought it, but they stuffed him in, either that or stuff him into a sausage roll, and this was a better bet, because he could run out the other end.

And run, that horse and others did. My Old Kentucky Home, mint juleps, slavery and something about the young rolling around on the hardwood floor, images that only Stephen C. Foster could conjur up. People dressed up like never before, ZZ Top next to a black guy, who I'm sure I should know, but feel okay about not, and all those old Ky. home coming images coming face to face with all those mint juleps.

Reminds me of when our cable VP held a derby party at a select bar every year, after year. Where is he now? I think he left with Matilda to Venezeula. Damn, I'm glad I'm drinking again.