Monthly Archives: April 2011

On a recent visit to Iron Hill, I found myself lost in thought, engaged in a favorite pastime: people watching. From my vantage point, I watched my favorite first-born serve his customers (I have a favorite second-born, see); I also watched the ones he served. One couple got nachos, another the tuna tataki, and still another the French onion soup and salad. I liked smelling…

When I go to Bally's nowadays, I half expect my better half to trot up alongside me as I circle the walking track. I can see his expectant smile as he finds me, and hear his chatting as he reports in about work, his stringers and headers, his horses and rises, his splinters and calluses. Conversations about nothing out of the ordinary. Questions about what's…