Koertge, Ron

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RON KOERTGE: WR: 29ss, 35ss, 40, 41, 44, 51ss. 53, 58wa, 60, 61, 63cb, 72, 73, 76, 77, 80, 85, 92, 93, 97.WHAT A VARIED PLACE THE WORLD IS HOW TRUSTING AND STRANGE SO DESERVING OF LOVE AND PRAISEIt was wonderful to hear the room almost go out and then, at the prices, flare again. It was wonderful all day, from all 11 tracks, all 99 races, all 900 horses brown, bay, black, roan, grey money and numbers til the stars blur.Tonight, full of Bohemia, lying without Bianca, Jerry across the room asleep in his Tennis Classic T-shirt, the light through these curtains in Mexican.Half a mile away, someone yawns, breathes his coffee breath in one long hiss, mounts the catwalk and begins to inscribe the names from Belmont first.Today, too, we will walk into that roomalready hot as laundry and feel the voltageof men who dressed without women, menwho sit all day reluctant to leave evento pee, perfect in repose, perfect onthe verge, always ready to rise and dance like mad.GETAWAYMost leave after the feature.Conditions for the 9th are not inviting: for fillies and mares who find speed unladylike, for geldings who would rather gossip with the hots.But nothing stops me, not in the nightcap, not in the getaway race, last chance to beat the other couples.And it is often so beautiful —  sky pouring through a sieve of clouds, sun colored like coral lips, and the riders! They in their helmets and I in my cap110here in the heartland, my body light as the birthday boy'shumming some lovely anthem as I walk from the windows hearing Pearly Desire so far ahead by deep stretch that the idle photo finish camera turns, and look:That's me, the one in the long black car with the motor running.SOME SAY I RAN GUNS TO CUBAN REBELSThe other day I went down to the saddling paddock to return a book to my friend Darrell. When he saw me, he handed the tongue-tie to an assistant and walked over. We met at the white railing, my forehead into the secret space, his into the area marked Hopeful Anticipation on maps of Santa Anita.He retrieved Laughing in the Hills."Did you like it?" he asked softly so as not to disturb the big gelding circling behind him."A lot.""Yea. That guy writes okay."Just then a restless owner stamped and coughed so he said goodby. It was then I noticed how the people around us had been leaning in their ears pink from strain, and I could hear what they heard: The Word. In code.Tonight they will whisper about what goes on out there. They will be talking about me, the Man in the Satin Jacket, down to the lint and the secret compartment, not even betting for awhile, just watching them run, taking it easy, doing some light reading.I'M AMAZEDAs she was undressing, shylyshe said, "You know, I don't have all thatmuch experience."I felt like I'd been chosen first for softball. But why? Why is love

What a Varied Place the World Is How Trusting and Strange So Deserving of Love and Praise

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