Love the story. Here's another with a less dramatic conclusion. Every year, my father would take a private train to the Derby from Rochester with a group of locals. That would be a story unto itself, but the details are now in the great beyond. At Churchill, they had a private box, and for quite a few years the adjoining one was occupied by Hornung, Jimmy the Greek and their entourage. Suffice to say, there was never a shortage of beautiful women, nor was Hornung ever without a tumbler of Kentucky's finest.