Penny Chenery, Secretariat’s human mom, and William Nack, the Triple Crown winner’s Boswell, at the premiere of the film “Secretariat.”
No. Wait–Bill Nack as Boswell? Really?
Way too flippant to start this piece.
Start over, Rhonda. And don’t try to get fancy. You can’t play in Bill Nack’s league.
I’m not sure anyone can.
Farewell, William Nack.
Somehow, the news of William Nack’s death slipped past my radar, until I saw his obituary in the Washington Post.
I’m not even going to try to write more about him. I know my limitations.
I’ll let the words of others sweep you away.
So, grab a cup of tea and maybe some tissues before you get comfy.
Then, read the obit in the link.
And then read his vintage Sports Illustrated Longform article “Pure Heart,” a fond look back in the horse who captured so many records and hearts.
But spoiler and, perhaps, trigger alert: the beginning is The End for our–well, everyone’s–equine hero. But keep reading. You, my regular readers, know all too well, loving horses is not for the faint of heart.
As you keep reading, you’ll tear up, yes, but mostly you’ll weep over the lyrical prose of a man in love with a horse.