Before I wrote a fair story about the Hot Springs Stakes, I won $12.80 at Oaklawn Park this afternoon. After ten trips, I'm up $2.80.
Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
There were a few days like this each August. Cool wind from the northwest had blown away the dankness, and high clouds diffused into a translucent sheet that spread over the sky to leave a bright white afternoon, breezy and dry and almost cool, all serving as an advertisement for fall. These sorts of days always reminded Keith of football, even now as he walked through waves of roaring cheer to the microphone set between him and the last crowd he would address. Thousands of people sat in a panorama of grass that spread like an Asian fan above him, rising to the Art Museum a quarter of a mile away. But St. Louis was a baseball town, and he could see it, Cardinal jerseys and shirts and hats everywhere, and smell it, the air streaked by wafts of smoke from the grills and filled with a smell of charcoal and meat.
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