I was thinking....

about a couple of novels while waiting for the

fourth race at Calder...

The fog was as thick as pea soup on the night The Shebango limped into port.

I was more than anxious to part ways from my salty mates and resume my writing career.

After a near disaster at sea, a mutiny over short rations and three months of dysentery I was

eager and ready to make port, put pen to paper and wait for my Boniva to kick in.

I asked Billy what he was in for...

I knew he had murdered his wife and was doing life for it, but I wondered

what the reason was...drinking...cheating...money...?

He gave me a sneer..."She got me started"....

I didn't know what to say to that...

"You know what I always told her"....

Oh gawd how he wanted to pound the shit out of me when I started laughing...

Ah...well back to the fourth...

and remember...you can still trust me...

Spanky

...c'mon...it's only a mile and a half...

The Belmont may have gone to the birds...

With Mine That Bird deemed the mortal lock in The Belmont, it

makes one wonder...what would Nick Zito do...

Well, I'm not sold on Nick's 2 horses, Miner's Escape and Brave Victory

but then again... I never saw D'Tara coming last year either?

So, it a fit of illogical foresight I've settled on Summer Bird to take the whole

thing at 12 to 1...yup...Summer Bird, Mine That Bird and Flying Private

rounding out a very nice trifecta...

Hey, I've been wrong a couple of times on this but not now...

I'll be holding court tomorrow night at Carnegie's Deli...

trust me, I really am not like the others...

See ya at post time...

Spanky