Piping rich coffee in hand, opened the Red Board Room. No cream nor sugar, you want the treatment to go straight to your blood. It's like Silver Vetting. Use the good stuff... when it matters most.

Opening the Red Board is like Christmas to some extent. (What's under the tree?) You want to see what the preeminent figure entity left in regard to your own speculations. Coincidentally, TFigs Analysis and my meanderings were like Siamese Twins. When the surgeon did the separation, my 66% allocation to Win, which was a Tower of London torment, pulled through.

The Whitman horse trip was a nightmare. Such is the fate of a plodder, but he's got more plod than say Publisher. Just didn't like the ride at all. (Whisker) But he is not a bad horse. He is not muscled. He is not dappled. He is not flashy, nor expensive, but as Woody Stephens said, "It's not a beauty contest." He also took an early bump and that helped turn him into a Kelso that race.

Top of the lane East Avenue was being lavished with expletives. He stole my path, but he really ran a helluva race.

It's better to be lucky than right.