Growing up, I had a strange relationship with horse racing. My grandfather was really into it - he studied the form guide, went to the track or the TAB, placed bets. It was one of his great hobbies. Some of my fondest memories of him revolve around Melbourne Cup time, when he’d bring me into that world, like a kindly sage, give me fifty cents and help me bet. Even when I had grown to appreciate the horrors of the industry, I kept it up, if only for that day. What can I say? Tradition.
KICK THE LATCH by Kathryn Scanlan
KICK THE LATCH by Kathryn Scanlan
KICK THE LATCH by Kathryn Scanlan
Growing up, I had a strange relationship with horse racing. My grandfather was really into it - he studied the form guide, went to the track or the TAB, placed bets. It was one of his great hobbies. Some of my fondest memories of him revolve around Melbourne Cup time, when he’d bring me into that world, like a kindly sage, give me fifty cents and help me bet. Even when I had grown to appreciate the horrors of the industry, I kept it up, if only for that day. What can I say? Tradition.