A day at the races
A Day at the Races By A. E. ApplebaumLooking back toward the house and barns from the grassy infield it seemed as though the numbers had been arranged incorrectly. The numbers ran backward, starting from 1 on the right, to 12 on the far left. The brown, crudely painted, wooden plaques bearing yellow numerals hung on a curved wooden fence that swept a broad convex line, bowed around a flagstone terrace. At a glance the arrangement appeared all wrong, jumbled and disconnected. It was a...