OZONE PARK, QUEENS, N.Y., December 18 (UPI) -- It's a full hour before post time, and I'm alone by the Aqueduct paddock on a chilly grey New York morning. A blanket of fog hangs over the infield lagoons, the grandstand is slick from a drizzly rain, and the grey trees on the backstretch are leafless and spectral. Every once in a while there's an explosive boom from the direction of JFK Airport, as a superliner leaves for Europe.
EVANSVILLE, Ind. -- Going to Casino Aztar is like attending a giant barbecue where everyone knows one another and you're the guy with hot sauce dribbling onto your orange Hawaiian shirt. This is not necessarily a bad thing. They still love ya here.
