My Old Friend, George

Funny things happen on blobs. Today I received an e-mail from a fellow who used to be a student worker in the college library of which I was administrator. George Cottrell was a dandy worker when he was there. But, you see, he had a love for the race track. “Where’s George today?” “Well, he’s probably at Longacres.” George loved the track and the horses and the betting. And guess what? Now he writes commentary for the Daily Racing Form, or as we ‘race track degenerates’ know it, DRF. It was a real pleasure to hear from George. I hope we can get together sometime soon so I can hear his many tales of the track. It’s been twenty-five years since I retired. I have seen George a few times since then. He would occasionally stop by the house. But I haven’t seen him in a long time. I am very pleased to be in touch with him again.