Kick the Latch | Kathryn Scanlan

pickled boiled eggs Turned eighteen, finished school, got my diploma. Went full-time at the racetrack. Instead of working one racetrack I traveled the circuit with my racetrack family. There was grooms, jockeys, trainers, racing secretaries, stewards, pony people, hotwalkers, everybody. When one meet ended we’d all go down the road together, bumper-to-bumper. We’d go to … Read more