In 1959, after dropping out of school at UC Berkeley, to which I had transferred from Cal Tech, I stuck out my thumb in those days when this was romantic and Beatnik standard transportation, and I hitched all the way to Louisville so I could be there on Derby Day. Made it! But I had less than twenty dollars, had been sleeping outdoors, and having arrived I was ready to turn back and return west. Before I left, a kind man bought me a couple of burgers and didn't proposition me in the bargain.
I kept a journal of this adventure on the road, which I still possess. Hard to figure out the young 20 year old in those pages. Some kind of youthful romantic.
I haven't followed any horses in the race today but will watch because I always do.
I kept a journal of this adventure on the road, which I still possess. Hard to figure out the young 20 year old in those pages. Some kind of youthful romantic.
I haven't followed any horses in the race today but will watch because I always do.
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