| Second Welfare and Safety Summit scheduled for March
A steering committee is busy developing an agenda and recruiting presenters for the second Welfare and Safety of the Racehorse Summit on March 17-18 at Keeneland Sales Pavilion in Lexington. Coordinated and underwritten by the Grayson-Jockey Club Research Foundation and the Jockey Club, the summit will include progress reports from the working committees established at the first summit in October 2006. This year's summit will feature wide-ranging discussions of equine health and safety related issues. The goal of the summit is to identify significant issues that affect horse health and safety, and develop and implement action plans to address each issue. "The original Welfare and Safety of the Racehorse Summit was a landmark step toward identifying and addressing the multitude of reasons behind the apparent decline in racehorse soundness and durability," said Ed Bowen, president of the Grayson-Jockey Club Research Foundation.
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The pain in his head seemed familiar, but nothing else was recognizable as Garrett slowly opened his eyes. Around him, as black turned to gray and eventually an array of colors, were a twin mattress on the floor, wrinkled sheets and a book.He leaned forward on the cement floor and settled onto the mattress, taking in the sight of a room obviously decorated in the 1970s: Pink walls, a yellow ceiling and cold, gray floor. There, he sees, is a window, though it is boarded up completely from the outside. The lavender curtain appears unkempt for at least 20 years. Across the room, some eight feet away, he sees a sink and mirror, but no medicine cabinet. Fear enters the room."Am I in jail?"He stands and gathers himself, shaking loose the various nerves that bit him as though his entire body had been asleep for decades.
Chris Rose: Carnival already? Are you kiddin' me?
You can tell, walking around this town, you can see it in almost everyone's eyes. The malaise, the apprehension ... the FEAR. No one is ready for Carnival. No one. The children of the community, they sense the pervasive adult dread. They ask: Can we go to the parades? I say: What parades? There are no parades. It's January. But they know. They see the little maps in the newspaper. They're singing Mardi Gras songs at school. Damn the public schools! Don't they have anything better to teach? No wonder Johnny can't read. But he sure can dance. My kids, they know it's Carnival, despite my attempts to convince them otherwise. They have a friend who has a parent who apparently has no life and already has donned his ugly purple, green and gold rugby shirt and toted the ladders and folding chairs -- and kids -- down to St.
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