The Kentucky Derby—is there any way to convey the excitement, the thrill it held over us kids? It was the town's obsession for a whole week, a long time when you’re eight or nine.
One highlight was the steamboat race between The Belle of Louisville and Indiana’s Delta Queen. Every year I hoped Louisville would win.
Every year the Delta Queen creamed us.
A Memory:
In 1962 my brother and I went to Camp Tall Trees. That year the camp acquired a new horse, and the head counselor announced a contest. We campers would submit names and the staff would pick the best one for the horse’s name. The prize: a candy bar.
For me, it was about much more than a candy bar. If I won, that horse would be mine , or at least always bear the name I chose. I submitted the most beautiful one I could think of: Brown Beauty.
Now I was a little disappointed, but mostly pleased, when my brother won. His entry—“Horace the Horse.”
Steve later told me that as soon as he’d thought of the name he knew he’d win. As for me, that was when I realized I was hopelessly out of his league. How could my “Brown Beauty” mind ever compete with his “Horace the Horse brilliance?”
So What’s My Point?
I loved this year’s Derby, when a puny fifty-to-one nobody (with a toothless rider!) came from last place to win by eight lengths.
I also loved it when fat, dumpy Susan Boyle mowed down the cool crowd on American Idol.
My hope--maybe this bad economy has produced some kind of universal psychic energy change.
Maybe this is our year, when we losers come into our own.
Let's hear it for Brown Beauty!
3 comments:
Wow I had no idea of your trauma from the name the horse contest. How much more clever Brown Beauty in its homage to Black Beauty but of course subbing the accurate color would have been instead of the lame pun I made which had already been used (though not to my conscious awareness) by Disney. I myself remember no candy bar and in fact had self identified the event as "the only contest I ever won and it had no prize". There were the accolades and public recognition and the moment of seeing them unfold my tattered entry as they announced the winner was priceless. Rest assured if the judges had not been swayed by cheap word play you would have come out of the wings from your #2 spot and triumphed as you so richly deserved. Oh yes sorry about the deflowering of Barbie but truth to tell she was asking for it with that voluptuous 5-2-3 figure of hers and the insinuating eyes and haughty Mona Lisa-esque hint of a smile.
LOL! You are the wittiest, cleverest brother in the whole world!
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