Add one more name to the list of those who started with horse and sulky. My dad owned a string of Standardbreds, and a few were pretty good, with one finishing third in the Little Brown Jug. When he died unexpectedly in his sleep I unexpectedly inherited the responsibility of subsidizing his trainer/driver. After a few years of flushing money down the crapper, I told my mother I was considering pulling the plug. She said, "Before you do that, why don't you try doing what your father did." "What was that?" I asked. Without missing a beat, she replied, "Buy a good one." If she was still with us, I think she'd also have advice on my continued participation in the thoroughbred game, and it would be something like "Take that money and buy a fishing pole," which is essentially what my golf instructor also said about my golf game.