'Kay. I’m confused. I’ll get back to that in a minute.
Boy, howdy, do I know. The meet used to be just for the month of August, but for the last fifteen years or so they’ve cheated the schedule a couple of weeks in either direction. I rarely go, because I hate crowds. And the traffic. Hard as that is to believe.
I like the steeplechase races, because some mook always falls off his horse. I just go to the races to watch jockeys crash. Don’t look at me like that. Deep inside, you think that tumbling midgets are funny too.
Did you wear an enormous elaborate hat? Cute girls at the track are required to wear enormous elaborate hats and floaty little sundresses. Try to get back for Umbrella Day, because you get a cheesy cheap umbrella with your grandstand admission. So at least you walk away with something.
If you got out of there only down twenty bucks you did well. Give yourself a pat on the back. Seriously, though, it’s something everybody ought to do at least once, and I’m glad you had a good time.
Now we come to my confusion:
There’s a college in Ballston Spa? I know SUNY Albany, I know Union, I know RPI, and I know HVCC, SCCC, St. Rose, Russel Sage, and Fulton-Montgomery, and I would love to know about another one, because everybody likes to make a spare dime teaching night classes now and again.
Or were you talking about SCCC? I thought that was in Scotia.
(Those of you furriners who think there a lot of places around here called Somethingorother Springs or Someotherthing Spa, you’re right. There were a lot of those 19th century health resorts because the water has a bunch of minerals in it and supposedly has magical healing powers. If you ask me, I’d just say the groundwater in Saratoga county has way too much sulphur in it.)
Ex - your friendly neighborhood curmudgeon.