I love my family, and in the last few years I had the pleasure and privilege of experiencing the horse races in Tucson. (I believe now that the county and city have shut down the track which hosted the first races of the season for the whole country). I didn’t know this as a kid; we never went until we (me and my cousins) were adults.
We always entered the dirt parking lot a little hungover from the night before. We would play our favorite music until we pulled into the spot.
It was a run-down looking corrugated tin building with the clubhouse, snack bars, and betting on the second floor. The ground level afforded more freedom: smoking, and better people watching. We would go and my parents and cousins and some friends and aunts and uncles would come to enjoy the social life and gamble on the races.
I didnt really care for the gambling - I always feel like I work to hard to risk my money on a wager even if I had a sure thing feeling. But, it didn’t matter because we could hang out, watch the horses stampede by, drink budlight or shameful margaritas and enjoy the community of family and friends.
And if anyone (Grandpa, Auntie MaryLou or Mardi and Bob, we split the winnings.
Basically the goal was win enough to pay for the par tab….. apparently we often accomplished that.
Here in Samara, there are two fiesta seasons - Xmas through New Years and Easter or (Holy) week.
None of this matters because my point was that We boys to all make decisions, we can’t always provie a perfectly safe bubble :O