A day at the horse races

Horse racing is something I’m not inherently accustomed to.

I’ve heard stories about how great my grandfather was at picking a winning horse, though I’ve come to the realization that most of the luck existing within my family was used up by my grandparents. They’ve always had stories about winning thousands in Wendover, Nev., a lucky night at bingo or a great day at off-track betting. On the other hand, I became so disgusted losing $80 during my last trip to Las Vegas that I stopped gambling and focused on more fulfilling activities -- which generally focused on taking in the sights and eating...


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