A lifelong racing fan, I am the son of a newspaper columnist who covered racing for more than half his career and loved the game all his life.
Growing up I was spoiled, but not in the traditional sense.
I spent the month of August in Saratoga, in a beautiful rented home, visiting the track each morning for the best cold French Toast and orange juice in town while watching the greatest Thoroughbreds in the country exercising.
In the afternoons I watched those same horses, underneath world-class riders, compete in the most challenging of races.
Through it all, my childhood, adolescence and now as an adult, I transform myself each summer back to being eight years old and reflecting on Saratoga Springs, NY: the town, the people and the racing.
Saratoga Springs, NY: Health History Horses … and you and I.