HOT SPRINGS — I walked and jogged for 35 minutes, out and back from Oaklawn Park on Central Avenue, to cover about three miles this morning. Afterward, at exactly 11 a.m. Central, as I stood in the buffet line of the barn kitchen, a Mexican woman dumped a pan of fried chicken into the tray directly in front of me. When I bit into the thigh, it spat hot fat across my plate. It was perfect.
OVERHEARD
"It smells like horse shit down here, doesn't it?"
"It's a paddock. What did you fucking expect?"
— two circa 70-year-old men at Oaklawn Park, five minutes after the Arkansas Derby
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