I started attending the races when I was 13 years old with my father. He taught me how to read the racing form and we attended every Sunday. We went to Saratoga every second week in August to attend the auction. We stood outside the pavilion, noses pressed up against the glass, with our catalogs in hand. When I was a teenager, my parents bought a 5 acre, 4 stall horse farm. My dad always wanted to breed racehorses and got to do so for several years. Now, with a NJ breeders card in his wallet, we got to sit inside the pavilion at the Saratoga auctions, motionless, hands firmly in our pockets. We learned the bloodlines that the well-heeled were interested in and returned to NJ to water down those bloodlines to a stud fee we could afford. After he died in a sudden accident in 1988, I just kept going up to Saratoga and attending the auctions, every year, outside, nose pressed up against the glass again. It was my way of reliving fond memories. So, I was there when you purchased the six horses from that sale. I never thought, in my wildest dreams, that I would own a part of two of those fillies. You have put a smile on my face that may never go away. And when I see my dad again, I can’t wait to tell him all about it. He would have loved what MRH has accomplished.