I choked up a little watching
American Pharoah cross the finish
on Saturday. Finally, another
Triple Crown winner after 37 years.
Minutes later, my best friend since
fourth grade texted me.
The Pennsylvania Gazette
As I emerged from yet another restless night, I made a vow to myself. If I didn’t get some real sleep soon, I was going to kill someone. Then I turned over on my narrow hospital bed and was startled to see a woman standing over me, smiling benevolently.
My father and I generally don't have a lot to bond over, but NASCAR races have given us something to do that we both like. We're firmly positioned at opposite ends of most ideological spectrums, so conversation tends to be a minefield at best.