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FIRST RACE
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Copyright
A Horse misus’d upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
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He’d still been with Tanya when he’d gone to Chicago. It seemed a long time ago now, although it was only six years. He remembered seeing an old blues singer named A.C. Reed in one of the bars on North Clark Street, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and an exhibit of sculptures at an art gallery Tanya made him go to, which he didn’t enjoy at all. The sculptures were all made of pipes and fittings and all looked like plumbing to him; despite Tanya’s oohing and ahhing, he couldn’t understand how any of it qualified as art. It wasn’t that Young had anything against art—art in general, or sculpture in particular. In front of that same racetrack in Chicago, for example, there was a life-sized bronze sculpture of the great grass horse John Henry, fully extended, Willie Shoemaker aboard with his whip raised, nosing out The Bart in the 1981 Arlington Million. In Young’s opinion, that was art, that was sculpture, but hey, as he liked to tell anyone who would listen, although he wasn’t a complete ignoramus, what he knew about culture you could fit in a thimble.
“You were a fine rider, Tom.”
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