It’s no secret that I far prefer the company of horses to that of humans.
This afternoon I received a press release from Brien Bouyea, Communications Officer at the National Museum of Racing and Hall of Fame. (For those of you who live outside the US., the National Museum of Racing and Hall of Fame is THE museum of Thoroughbred racing in the United States.)
The Museum was robbed last night. Some pig–cleverly disguised as a human being–broke into the Museum after hours, and stole five irreplaceable trophies. I’ll let you read it exactly as Brien wrote it.
It’s me again. Doesn’t that make you want to break something–like, the head of the perpetrator?