The writer meant to say, "Vanessa will go out at odds of 3-1 in the fifth race at Pimlico."
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There ya go, dissin' thoroughbreds everywhere...
Cheers, all.
The other day, someone at the co-op read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county and he asked me a question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up, Milo?"
I smiled when I answered him saying, "I DID have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm in southeast Kansas. I was drug to church on Sunday mornings and for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers. I was also drug to the 'woodshed' when I disobeyed my parents or if I had a 'smart-mouth.'
I was drug to my room to work on improving my homework and my attitude if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug outside on Saturday mornings to pull weeds in our garden and flower beds."
Those "drugs" are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America might be a better place today.
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