Waldo Windmill writes: “I attended my first and only Kentucky Derby in 2005.
“Good friend Ed, an enthusiastic small-stakes gambler, caught wind of my plans and couldn’t wait to send along a bet with me. His instructions were simple as he handed me a $10 bill: Bet the 10 dollars on the number 10 horse in the 10th race.
Continue reading “How do you find a long-shot winner at the Derby? Savvy research — or blind luck?”
Life as we know it
Including: Fifteen (Times X) Nanoseconds of Fame
Waldo Windmill writes: “I was born in rural Wisconsin, the sixth of 10 children. Had we lived south of the Mason-Dixon line, my father would have been known as a sharecropper, but in Wisconsin he was said to farm on shares. He lost the only farm he ever owned during the Great Depression. It’s safe to say that money was scarce in our family and that we literally worked from hand to mouth as we enjoyed the fruits (and vegetables) of our labor.
Continue reading “You never know when an evening of sing-along might lead to a lifetime of harmony!”
Ask a silly question . . .
Big Eek of Southeast Minneapolis: “I had a friend who was a baseball lifer, from the time — as a 10-year-old in the late ’30s — he first watched Ted Williams play for the Millers at old Nicollet Park.
Continue reading “Once a baseball man, always a baseball man?”
A good Monday morning to you, as we continue to time-travel backward, into the sometimes-underdocumented past.
Contributor: Bill Farley of St. Paul
Date of picture: 1946 (?)
Date of contribution: July 10, 2003
Caption: “I thought you would be interested in this picture of a jeep I made, starting in late 1945 and finished in mid-1946.
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