It's the Breeders Cup again this weekend, and I"m off to Southern California for two days of the finest thoroughbreds in the world racing at beautiful Santa Anita. 

If only my sister Marjorie could come with me, it would be perfect. Some of my earliest memories of life with my twin are a total fascination with horse races. But Marge died, way too early, when we were 49. So I'm off to enjoy the beauty of the horses and the thrill of the speed by myself. 

OK, there will be about 50,000 other people there. But it would be more fun with Marge.