Race Day Playlist

As on every night before a race day,  last night I set my sound system to wake me up with my Race Day playlist.  Comprised of songs that I could find from the Secretariat soundtrack, it included

Call to Post by Metal Patriots
It’s Who You Are by AJ Michalka
I’ll Take You There by The Staples Singers
Oh Happy Day by Edwin Hawkins

With Rikki Tikki Taxi’s racing debut today at Remington Park, I woke up a little sad that I didn’t figure out a way to get to Oklahoma City for today’s big event.  I quickly remembered that we have a huge day on Wednesday, so instead of sulking I decided to jump out of bed and get serious about this playlist.

The task was simple since Sara Dacus and The Track Philosopher already did the real work!  Sara’s post The Ultimate Horse Racing Playlist and The Track Philosopher’s Top 10 Horse Race Songs provided plenty of material for me to tune up my own play list!  Rest assured the wake up alarm will be set for our sixty-second race day on Wednesday, and this upgraded playlist will be the new early morning tradition for race days.

Race Day Playlist

First Call by Metal Patriots
It’s Who You Are by AJ Michalka
Run for the Roses by Dan Fogelberg
Let the Big Horse Run by John Stewart
The Best is Yet to Come by Tony Bennett
The Race is On by George Jones
Bottle of Smoke by The Pogues
I’ll Take You There by The Staples Singers
Oh Happy Day by Edwin Hawkins
Call to Post by Instrumental All Stars
They’re Off by Mike Battaglia


An Afternoon at Arlington

July 27,2014

With two horses entered to run during the same weekend at Arlington, a trip to Chicago seemed to be in order. While we didn’t make it to the winner’s circle for either race, Arlington International Racecourse was not disappointing. The venue is magnificent, an easy train ride from the city and the perfect spot to change up your Chicago experience.

First Crop Sire Watch: MIDSHIPMAN

July 12, 2014

I have sought out all the Midshipman-sired two year olds and assembled them in my Equibase Virtual Stable, so I can track their progress. I have 58 of the reported 71 on my list, so far.  I am pretty sure the only person who is more serious about Midshipman-sired race horses than me is the person at Darley America whose job it is to maintain their database of horse statistics. The list as it exists today is included below.

The workout notices are arriving steadily now with the occasionally entry popping up, too.  I am enthusiastically looking forward to watching this group over the next year and comparing their successes to that of Avery Glenn, as well as the crops produced by the other 2014 freshman sires. I’ll try not to talk about it, unless you ask!

All Star Bub Slate Mills
Avast Speak Up Sailor
Avery Glenn Sunny Yellow
Batten Down Belle Super Serene
Big Bad Max Tea With the Queen
Big Big Easy Thread of Life
Boat Drinks Tigerlein
Call Me Ishmael Two Six Wins
Dea Uribo
Doyouhearwhoihear Vandalize
Ensign Eli Wealthy Shipman
Frammento Whoop Ti Do
Happy Wish Yakov
Her Majesty’s Flag Yankee Jake
I Dream of Candy Yiannis
Jacques Cartier Unnamed filly out of Aspen Whisper
Lady Shipman Unnamed filly out of Storm Front
Making Sure Unnamed colt out of Inspirational
Midterm Exam Unnamed colt out of Yam
Naval Command Unnamed colt out of Home Run Kiss
Navy Blue Unnamed colt out of Honey Harbour
Nieta Unnamed colt out of Stake
Prayers and Angels Unnamed colt out of Hopes and Fears
Princess Jasmine Unnamed colt out of Noontime Angel
Purple Heaven Unnamed colt out of Ghostly Fast
Redbeard Unnamed colt out of Bon Caro
Sailthehighseas Unnamed colt out of Joined Forces
Ships Crown Unnamed filly our of Mattie Cakes
Sixtyfivenorth Unnamed colt out of Pinafore Lady

Enjoying More Than Racing at Indiana Grand

JULY 7, 2014

After spending several evenings a week at Indiana Grand this summer, I have learned that there is more to like about it than just the horses.

The New OTB

The Winner’s Circle Brewpub & OTB inside the casino opens this week. I snuck in last week to see what it was like, and I was pleasantly surprised. If you put me in there without knowing where I was, I would not have guessed Shelbyville, Indiana. I will definitely check it out the next time we have a horse racing at a far away track.

The Contests and Freebies

The live racing program costs $3.  Inside the program is a coupon for $5 worth of slot play. Before or after the races I take my ID, players card and coupon to the rewards counter in the casino and they load $5 of free play on the players card.  I stick it in a slot machine and with a little luck, supplement my track earnings or lack thereof.

The track always has at least one contest or promotion running.  Trifecta Tuesday and Selfie Saturday are my personal favorites. The Facebook check-in that gets you a t-shirt is a definite crowd favorite.

The casino is giving away $10,000 every Friday and Saturday in June and July and you don’t have to be there to win! Entries are accumulated through the week, so for those of us that hit the track on Tuesdays and Wednesday, entries have really piled up! I can’t wait to have someone take my picture with a giant check…

The Food

Inside the casino is the requisite steakhouse. When I first walked in my expectations were low. I ordered the 6 oz. filet mignon with mashed potatoes, and my preconceived notions were swallowed with the first bite of my steak! Their food is delicious.

The track and casino both serve $1 Hotdogs and $1 Beers on Friday Night!

The barbeque stand has the best pickles I have ever eaten. They call them firecracker pickles.  Be careful, they added some habaneros and secret spices to some really delicious dill pickles and came up with a little nibble of hot flash inducing heaven!

The Apron and its Friendly, Outdoor Appeal

I like being outside at the horse track and the picnic tables with umbrellas scattered all around the apron at Indiana Grand are the perfect spots. There is a bar, BBQ and taco stands, an outdoor betting window and a playground for the kids just steps from any of the tables.  The atmosphere is quite casual and joining folks at a partially filled table doesn’t seem intrusive. The crowd is friendly, has a common interest and sharing a table hasn’t gone wrong for me yet. Leaning on the rail is always possible even on busy nights. I have yet to see a crowd so big that I couldn’t find a spot.

The owners spruced the place up over the break and made some noticeable aesthetic improvements. We would like to lobby for some big holes in the concrete and shade trees planted in those spots during the next phase!

The Drive Home through the Country

Don’t get on the highway unless you must.  Indiana Grand is in the middle of farm country and the views across the farm fields are spectacular. On Friday and Saturday nights the last race finishes right around time for a drive home during sunset. Catching the sun perfectly lighting a field as it goes down behind a big barn with a few corn bins is rural Indiana at its best. Roll down your windows, slow down, and if you are heading west when you leave, save some room for an ice cream cone at the Frosty Dog in Fairland.

Avery Glenn iPhone Wallpaper

June 20, 2014

Avery Glenn walked right up to me yesterday morning and looked squarely into the camera as I was taking pictures of him.  One shot in particular begged for a little editing. The jumbotron in the background had to be removed. The result very quickly became my phone wallpaper!

Avery Glenn  in black and white

Perfectly sized image for the iPhone 5. If you are unable to download it and want a copy for your phone, just let me know and I will text it to you.


Visiting Midshipman

MAY 2014


I arrived at Jonabell Farm/Darley America already in awe. The rolling hills, blooming trees and flowers, fence-lined pastures, grazing horses, the fresh green of spring, barns that are architectural masterpieces and the magnificent homes of the area beg you to slow the car way down and look around. I really just wanted to get out, set up a lawn chair and spend the morning on a hilltop roadside looking out over horse country. I drove as slow as great grandma trying to see as much as possible, but the drivers sharing my road were clearly annoyed at my snail’s pace.  I was equally irritated at their presence in my utopia.

I pulled up to the gated main entrance of Jonabell Farm and spoke with a gentleman at the guard house. In a truly southern fashion he addressed me as Miss Davis and phoned the office to let them know I had arrived. Being called Miss Davis is a delight for me, and on a bad day I might consider hopping in the car and driving south just for that genteel experience. He opened the gates and kindly instructed me to proceed up the drive, park in front of the office and enter through the glass doors.

At about the midway point up the drive, my eyes welled up with tears. I am very fortunate to have been to many exciting and interesting places and on a fairly frequent basis, but I have rarely been so taken aback upon arrival anywhere. The setting was as close to perfection as I can imagine and strangely, it didn’t seem surreal—I was really there.

I parked the car and went into the office, as I had been directed to do. I was welcomed and pleasantries were exchanged. It was immediately obvious that I had walked through the big glass doors of the capital of refinement and sophistication, not the type of place where I normally spend much time. I nervously asked if I could wear regular shoes or should change into the boots I had left in the car. I was told that my shoes would be fine. I explained that I was there because I wanted to see Midshipman, and asked if it would be possible. They assured me that I would be able to see Midshipman.

We started at the trophy case. The display of trophies re-established the feeling that I was in someplace special. I got goosebumps while we talked about the horses and races where they won the trophies. Midshipman’s Eclipse Award and Breeder’s Cup trophy were both in the display. I really wanted to hold them, but I resisted the temptation to ask. I felt like a restrained child whose mother had forewarned me of severe consequences if my behavior was not exemplary.

Even though I read about the farm and their stallions prior to my visit, it didn’t register with me until I was standing in front of this case that the horse who had brought me here was still something of a small fish in this big, fancy pond. While he was a champion, his career was short and his first crop will just begin racing this summer. As a sire he is unproven but living with some of the greatest race horses and proven sires of champions in the industry.

The level at which I was seeing the thoroughbred industry hit me even harder as we walked and talked ourselves to the paddocks of Animal Kingdom and Street Sense, where a pair of Kentucky Derby winners were standing right in front of me. At this point I realized that I am involved in a sport that allows me to come visit the celebrities without the line, the crowd, the paparazzi or any real interest outside real horse racing fans. Standing in this spot was the equivalent of coming by a big, empty gymnasium, walking in and finding Magic Johnson and Larry Bird sitting on the bleachers just hanging out.

We stopped next at the paddocks of Street Cry and Medaglia d’Oro, and it was like my tour guide smacked me in the back of the head with his words like my mom used to do with her hand when I wasn’t understanding the significance of a situation. I silently said to myself, “Dorothy, you are not in Kansas anymore” while trying to listen to everything he was telling me about these horses. I was so far away from my Breeders’ Cup and Kentucky Derby cheap seats, claiming a horse at the Fairgrounds, and being in the winners’ circle at Churchill Downs, my previous horse racing encounters with the “big time”, that I could no longer believe I wasn’t dreaming.

We toured the breeding shed, and the operation was explained using delicate and scientific terminology. I mostly suppressed my remarks and giggling and took it all in. We walked through the immaculate barns with stalls the size of my living room and an elegance that I do not have the words to describe. My main attraction was up next.

Jonabell Farm Visit

I saw the three white socks and knew it was him. Midshipman was standing in his paddock, grazing, looking as happy as a horse can look. I am certain he smiled at me as we walked up. My interest in Midshipman was cultivated through the purchase of a colt he sired in 2012. Last fall we became the colt’s owner, named him Avery Glenn and are eagerly awaiting his racing days. Meeting Midshipman was very much like the replay you often hear when a fan meets their favorite sports star. I could easily hear myself saying ”He was very down to earth” or “I really enjoyed talking to him” or “He just seemed like a regular horse.” But there was more to the experience. It was also like meeting a long, lost friend or maybe the father of the child you adopted. I instantly adored him and wanted to throw my arms around his big neck as if we had known each other for years. Some farm planner had the good sense to make the fences as tall as me so that it wasn’t possible for me to hug the big guy without going over the fence.

Sire of Avery Glenn

My tour guide was a bit lenient and let me pet Midshipman. The farm has strict rules stating that their visitors must stay on the paved paths which are not close enough to the horses for touching. I let Midshipman chew on my arm, making my guide a bit nervous. Apparently, when you are a sheik and have a collection of multi-million dollar horses on a bazillion dollar farm, you become a lawsuit target. I don’t even know how to grasp the complexity of such a concept.

My guide had the sensitivity to know how important this moment was to me. This was as close as I have ever been to a champion, unless you count the 2008 Indiana High School South Central Regional Women’s Soccer team captain. He indulged my desire to take pictures and answered all of my very elementary questions as if I was going to bring a full stable of mares to the farm for breeding.

On our way back to the office we talked about the Triple Crown, and we stopped at Affirmed’s burial site, an exclamation point on a morning that was already monumental. When I left through those same glass doors, I had to remind myself to walk to my car. I wanted to skip. I am not sure I can dream Darley big, but it is certainly scalable. We will continue to watch Avery Glenn grow and learn to be a race horse. The next few months will pass quickly, and we will soon know if he is a chip off the ol’ Midshipman block!

When I emailed Darley America to ask if it would be possible for me to come to Jonabell Farm to see Midshipman, I didn’t realize that stud farms offer tours that you can schedule regardless of whether or not you intend to use their services. Jonabell/Darley is no exception and with a bit of planning, you can take a tour of this operation. I also learned that the stud farms are organizing a touring program much like the bourbon distilleries have put in place and that it will be rolled out this fall.

Derby Week 2014

City Steel kicked off Derby Week for us on Opening Night at Churchill Downs with a WIN in the second race. Desperado Racing fans cheered City Steel to victory as they were out in full force at the track, the local OTB or tuned in to their live internet feed.  The excitement from this victory is still fresh over a week later.

City Steel in the Paddock

Rosie Napravnik on City Steel

On Derby Week Wednesday Desperado Racing partners had a Kitten’s Joy filly, in which we own a small percentage, in a mid-afternoon race at Churchill Downs.  I went down early in the morning for workouts during Dawn at the Downs, which I recommend.  For a Kentucky Derby fan, it is an interesting (and free) way to see the horses in a different setting. That afternoon I met up with some Desperado Racing fans for Kitten’s Race.



We went to the paddock to watch Kitten get saddled and then watched the race from the rail.  Upon our return to the box where we were sitting, we found that California Chrome’s owners had gotten tired of standing and chosen our box to sit down while waiting for Derby draw time.  We had a wonderful visit with Steve and Carolyn Coburn, which may have been the highlight of my Derby week!

A group of Desperado Racing partners and fans decided that missing the Derby would be a terrible shame, so we swallowed hard and purchased some seats.  Derby Day was perfect. We had a splendid day enjoying the sunshine, racing, and terrific company. When it was over we decided that value of our day was far higher than the price we paid for the tickets. While our handicapping left something to be desired, I am happy to say that we were all behind both Wise Dan and California Chrome for the main events and experienced the same love of these horses and their stories that is found throughout the media this week.

Kentucky Derby

Jockey Silks

MARCH 27, 2014

Until we were in need of jockey silks, I hadn’t noticed what a design project they were going to be.  I have been to hundreds of horse races but never paid much attention to what the jockey was wearing. The next time you watch a race, take a good look.  Some of them are works of art. The stable and horse owners are easily identified by the unique design of their silks, that is, if you have a photographic memory.   After a few weekends at the races, I have been able to commit about ten of the thousands to memory.

Lucky for me there is a program out there in the webiverse called SilkSelector available for free use on the websites of the companies who make jockey silks.  If you are a big spender, you can purchase an app for your Iphone provided you are willing to part with 99 cents.  The program let me play around with colors and patterns. The possibilities are endless, so the process can be quite time consuming but extremely fun.  Since our logo contains the queen of hearts I wanted to capture some of the colors or symbols from the playing card and came up with way too many choices.  I also wanted to put a D in the design, of course, for Desperado Racing, but also for Davis.  At some point about a week into the whole thing, I decided I better get an order placed or our recently claimed horse would be racing with a shirtless jockey.

With a bit of feedback but mostly by using my ability to make an executive decision without fear of the certain future critique when our fans couldn’t spot our horse on the backstretch,  I decided on this design and submitted it for quote to a couple of silks makers that we found listed in the back of the Blood-Horse magazine.

Desperado Racing Jockey Silks

The price quotes were back fairly quickly and after I picked myself up off the floor, I continued to procrastinate thinking there was surely a more economical option.  After paying race horse bills for quite a while now, this price tag should have seemed inexpensive. It was when I convinced myself that we were purchasing a handcrafted piece of artwork, that I was able to hit SEND on the order to Victory Silks.

Rose Sanders from Victory Silks was kind enough to send me photos of the work in progress when I asked, and this special garment was indeed being handmade to our specifications!

sewing Desperado Racing's silks

It is difficult to tell from the photos, but Rose’s work is exceptional.  Such meticulous work requires a skill level that is uncommon, and from the high quality workmanship it is clear that Rose is an expert seamstress.   After receiving the photos, I was even more eager for this delivery to arrive.

work in progress jockey silks

When the package was delivered today, I couldn’t get it out of the envelope fast enough, and yes, I tried it on!  There was nothing I wanted more than a selfie in the jockey silks, but of course it was way too tight and looked hideous on me! Until our next race when we have a jockey to model it, this is the best I can do!

Desperado Racing silks

The package also included a Safe Trip token to keep in my pocket to remind me that these nice folks are thinking of us!

safe trip token

City Steel Places Impressively

March 23, 2013

City Steel earned a paycheck today for Desperado Racing in a close second at a shortened distance on dirt at The Fairgrounds losing narrowly to a three time Stakes race winner.

City Steel in the tunnel at The Fairgrounds

photo courtesy of @GeoffWorden

We claimed City Steel on February 28 and this was his first race since joining our stable.  Enthusiasm was high as we cheered him on from home in Indiana where March Madness was shut off for nearly an hour to focus on this big event!



The 2014 Spiral Stakes at Turfway Park

MARCH 22, 2014

The Spiral Stakes at Turfway Park was going to be one of my few chances to see Kentucky Derby hopefuls run, so I took full advantage of the opportunity.  I have an odd obsession with buglers and was happy to see that Turfway had one for their big day.


Sean Fitzpatrick did something I have never heard from a track bugler when he made it his own.  I suppose that the traditionalists think this is not cool, and I can understand that; but at Turfway on this day, it rocked!

Click here to watch  CALL TO POST

We Miss Artie took the big race, and I took a million (well, 600+) photos.  This was my favorite.

We Miss Artie

Our First Claim

MARCH 1, 2014

Friday, February 28 was a huge day for Desperado Racing!

On Thursday morning while I was packing a bag to leave for New Orleans for Mardi Gras, I got a call from Dad.  He and Willy had identified a horse that they wanted to claim out of a race on Friday at The Fairgrounds.  Since this was going to be our eagerly anticipated first claim, I had no idea what to do, so I called our trainer to talk it over.

The basic first task was to get a big, fat cashier’s check to put on deposit at The Fairgrounds while the trainers got the scoop on the horse, City Steel.  I hastily finished packing and headed to the bank while confirming that the trainer was giving us the early thumbs up.

On Friday we went to the barn early to make sure everything was in order and understand what I would need to do that afternoon.  We met with the trainer and then visited the track office to get the money on deposit checking back at home to give Dad and Willy the progress update. We returned to the track mid-afternoon ready to claim a horse.

City Steel was running in the last race of the day, so the wait there through the afternoon into the early evening seemed like an eternity.  Finally, as the horses left the paddock for the eighth race I got the go-ahead from our advisors to drop the claim.  I checked all of the spelling on the ticket for about the billionth time (a misspelled word gets you instantly disqualified) and I proceeded to the office as I had practiced in my head all afternoon.  The claim must be dropped 15 minutes before post time of the race, so I couldn’t be delayed by getting lost or confused about where to go and what to do! I slid the claim envelope into the time clock to make sure it was time stamped and dropped it nervously into the claim box after confirming once again that I was in the right place and doing all the right things!

I went to the paddock to get a quick glimpse of the horse and hurried back to the office where I had been instructed to stay and watch the race.  Just before post time we were told that we were in a three way shake, meaning that two other people had claimed the same horse.  I was a nervous wreck.  The office took the claim ticket envelopes, sealed them shut, shuffled them up and put numbers on them 1, 2 and 3.  They put dice with numbers one, two and three in a shaker and we waited for the start of the race.  When the horses left the gate, the shake occurred and out popped the number 2.  The office opened the number 2 envelope and announced my name as the new owner of City Steel! City Steel was an exclusive claim for Bill and Willy, but since I was in New Orleans and licensed, I got to make the claim for them.  I feel so lucky that I got to do it—it was one of the most exciting experiences I have ever had!

The groom and I watched the finish of the race on the office television, grabbed the paperwork and went to the paddock to collect the new addition to Desperado Racing, City Steel.  The day continued at the barn, where City Steel got a bath, a new stall, a check out by the vet and good look over from everyone involved!

Happy Mardi Gras!

Avery Glenn at Elloree Training Center

February 16,2014

On Saturday I visited Elloree Training Center in South Carolina where Avery Glenn is training.  I was able to talk with Frank Smith, owner and trainer at the Center, about his progress, the possibilities for his future, horse racing and life in general.  Frank’s career as a horseman and passion for the sport leave him with an endless supply of stories to tell!

Avery Glenn is growing and learning to be a racehorse and is right on target.  I watched him run the track in Elloree with another horse at his side.  He was easy to manage on and off the track.  He was fuzzy with winter fur and is a bit dirty in the photos from the slop on track.  Frank assured me that I would not recognize him the next time I see him after he loses his winter coat and grows even more.


Since we are very hopeful that Avery Glenn will be able to race as a two year old, I was excited when Frank reminded me that AG’s daddy was a Breeder’s Cup champion at two and he has every reason to believe that AG will run as a two year old.  He predicted that Avery Glenn will grow to 16.1-16.2 hands and looks like he will be able to manage a two turn race in addition to the sprints that his sire was known for.

Avery Glenn’s sire is Midshipman.  AG is one of is first crop of foals, making him an extra exciting opportunity for us.  If this crop of colts and fillies sired by Midshipman race well as two years olds, prices on Midshipmen foals will increase dramatically.  AG’s sale price was well below that of his half-siblings, so I feel very fortunate to have a horse like AG with his pedigree at the price we paid.  Frank did not fail to make this point, as well, and mentioned that he likes getting into the yearlings with unproven sires while the prices are “reasonable.”

I am now on my way to New Orleans (because Louisiana is conveniently located near SC–haha!), where Follow the Kitten (filly in which we own a small share) will be running on Monday afternoon.  Wish us luck!  If you want to watch that race, let me know, and I will send you some ways to see it.

Avery Glenn

Our Midshipman colt has a name!  After much discussion and an endless number of possibilities, we decided on Avery Glenn as the name for this exciting young colt out of Best Practices by Midshipman.


Avery Glenn was named in honor of Avery Garretson who passed away much too young on  December 1, 2012.  Avery was a lover of horse racing and was either a handicapping prodigy or the luckiest bettor we ever saw!



The Breeders’ Cup 2013

The Breeders’ Cup was even better than I imagined it would be.  The races were exciting, the horses were magnificent, Santa Anita was a wonderful venue, the food was delicious and the weather was perfect.  Attending a big event is always a bit surreal to me while in the midst of it, but it was at the end of the Breeders’ Cup that my favorite moments occurred.


When we walked out after the last race with tired feet and no tickets to cash from the big race, we approached the tram pick up area and were told that the trams were broken.  WHAT?!  The parking lot at Santa Anita is huge—acres and acres of parking.  It goes on forever, and we parked at the outer edges since we arrived a few races into the day.  With no other choice than to start walking, we headed across the humongous parking lot to the back side of the track where our car was parked.  As we came around to the back of the track, I spotted an opening in the shrubbery and walked us a bit out of our way toward the opening to get a glimpse of this famous track from the backside.  The perspective facing the grandstands from the back side of a horse track has very quickly become one of my favorite sights.  As I walked up to the gate, a track official walked out and asked me if we would like to go out to the track and take some pictures of the starting gate.  YES!

By this time the sun was beginning to set and beautifully lighting the San Gabriel mountains in the background.  The starting gate, still donning its Breeders’ Cup signage, was parked right in front of us on the track. We were out there all alone to soak up one last bit of this terrific event in the quiet away from the crowds and from the best of vantage points.


We snapped some photos and I tried to commit this little piece of the weekend to permanent memory as my favorite moment from the Breeders’ Cup.  As we exited through the gate where we had been allowed to enter, the official tossed me a brand new Breeders’ Cup hat from the dash of his truck with a smile and wished us well.  I felt like the little kid at the end of the Mean Joe Greene Coke commercial.

Breeders’ Cup 2013 Tickets

With the slip in hand that the postman left on my door yesterday, I all but skipped into the post office today to pick up the certified mail  that was my Breeders’ Cup tickets.  I never imagined the envelope would  be thick.  When the mail lady handed it to me, I got even more excited.  I was planning to grab a quick to go lunch and take it back to work,  but I immediately changed my plan.  I wanted to go sit down for lunch  and go through the contents of this envelope.

I walked over to a local favorite of mine, Yats, around the corner from the post office. I impatiently placed and received my order anxious to sit down to open the envelope. The packaging and tickets  were magnificent.  I pulled them out one by one to look them over and  browsed the event brochure as I ate my lunch.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t  done carefully enough because somehow a little etouffee ended up on the  ticket folder–I must have gotten a little crazy in my enthusiasm!


I expect the magnificence of these tickets is only a preview of how spectacular this event will be!