It is 75 degrees Fahrenheit under a cloudless sky, a warm/cool breeze gusting up from the south. The lawn is mowed, the bushes trimmed, the flowers are a-bloom…the dog is ambling in the dappled shade of the dogwood tree. My friends, there has never been a better day for the running of the Kentucky Derby.
Which won’t stop us Pastrys from making the most of the sun and the weather. I can hear the girls out in our semi-gentrified shed, doing what young teenage girls are famous for: giggling and singing along to the radio (I think the song is Heart by Nick Lowe’s brilliant 70’s New Wave band, Rockpile). I can hear Mrs. Jo through the open windows, chatting with old friends on her phone. And I’m on the porch, coffee in hand, surveying the scene and feeling like a king among men.
Shortly I shall go polish the julep cups, make up some simple syrup, pick a little mint, and prepare for the festivities. So what if they’re only showing an old Derby on local TV? We watch it on TV anyway, even though we live barely three miles from the Downs (those tickets cost a fortune). Come evening we’ll watch the hat-and-bad-sport-coat shenanigans, sing My Old Kentucky Home, and raise a frosty cup to October, when the 2020 race will finally be run.
To better days! Though for my own part, I have to say that this one, all current events aside, ain’t half bad.