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🐎 A Horse‑Crazy Girl at Heart

I’ve always been a reader, and like any self‑respecting teenage girl, I was mad for horses. I even managed to own a couple (much to my parents’ dismay), but I loved them, and back then I was a pretty fair horsewoman. Probably not now — but that girl is still in me somewhere.

As a young reader, I devoured every horse book I could get my hands on. The first book I ever owned — not borrowed from the library — was The Snow Filly. I read it until the cover curled. Then came The Black Stallion series. If I’m remembering correctly (and it was many years ago), that wild black stallion eventually ran in the Kentucky Derby. Fiction, of course, but when you’re a horse‑crazy girl, who cares? Those stories were about heroes — and that’s all I needed.

Somewhere in those pages, my love for the Kentucky Derby was born.

The Magic of Post Time

Now I watch the Derby every year — and today is the day! The first Saturday in May. I’m not glued to the TV for the hats or the pomp or the endless pre‑race chatter. I only care about post time. I usually turn on the TV about 30 minutes before the race, just in time for the moment that still gives me goosebumps:

“Riders up!”

The bugle rings out. The horses leave the paddock in the post parade, heading toward the track and the starting gate. My heart starts pounding, and I try to pick a favorite — but who am I kidding? They’re all my favorites. I’d be a terrible handicapper.

The excitement builds as they load into the gate. Some horses walk in calmly. Others rear, dance, or fight the moment — nervous, anxious, full of fire. Then there’s a beat, a breath, a stillness.

And then they’re off.

The most exciting two minutes in sports is underway.

And I cry. Every single time. It’s just so amazing. If I ever get to go in person, I know I’ll embarrass myself. Who cries at a horse race? Everyone else cheers, but not me — I sob my heart out. Those magnificent horses are running with everything they have, and the thrill never fades.

I just love those two minutes.

Please note the dashes. This is not about the KKK. This is about Kansas, Kentucky and Louisiana. The next 3 states in the alphabet. There’s no state that starts with J. “Jersey” is a cow. The state is New Jersey. So with that out of the way let’s get to the good stuff…

KANSAS

No, can’t say that I’ve been there but I know a song:

I’m goin’ to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come

They got a crazy way of lovin’ there,

and I’m gonna get me some…

Kansas is the start of the west. The 100th Meridian, although an imaginary line on the surface of the earth, has long symbolized the end of the east and the beginning of the west. It’s located at 100 E. Wyatt Earp Blvd., Dodge City, KS 67801.

On the subject of Dodge City, The TV show Gunsmoke was filmed there. Plus, who hasn’t heard the expression “Get out of Dodge!”?

So Top picks for Cities in Kansas are : Kansas City, Dodge City and we can’t forget Wichita. The cattle drives of the old west often came to Kansas and there is a Fort from the age of the old west that has been preserved…F troop here we come!

Kentucky

No But when I go I want to see Churchill Downs, preferable for the Kentucky Derby, the Run for the Roses, arguably the most famous horse race in America.

If horses aren’t enough to keep me happy in Kentucky, how about gold? Kentucky is home to Fort Knox. Do they give tours?

What else is Kentucky famous for? Mint Juleps?

Louisiana

No. But what’s the most famous City in Louisiana? Not Baton Rouge. I’d bet it’s New Orleans. Oh yeah, I need to experience Mardi Gras, see the French Quarter, get a look at Lake Pontchartrain.