Two Minutes
Long about the last week of April I become obsessed with the upcoming Kentucky Derby. It's my Springtime dalliance, my rite of passage, my love of thoroughbred horses that offers a convenient escape. I think, too about the week spent in Louisville some 33 years ago now. I've carefully pressed the sights, sounds, smells, and satisfactions of that experience so that it will last a lifetime. So far, so good. Yet this year feels different in so many ways. Most likely it's the international tragedy complicated by the recent massive earthquake in Nepal and the current domestic hostility and unrest that centers around the constant battle many inner city residents have with their local police departments. The Baltimore Orioles actually played a game yesterday with an official attendance of Zero. The media continues to tell only parts of the stories that comprise these complicated and nuanced situations, and lost is the ongoing poverty and deprivation that refuse to yield