Although I grew up in Kentucky and lived there until I was a young adult, I never attended a Kentucky Derby then.
Like millions around the world – and most Kentuckians – I watched the race on TV.
Even when I was very young, I loved the Derby. I wrote my first essay when I was 9 about the Derby. For years afterward, I kept scrapbooks filled with newspaper clippings about the race.
I finally attended my first Derby in 1983, several years after my husband and I had moved to Connecticut.
And I watched the race from the old press box roof top. Was I a member of the working press then? Uh, no. Here’s the story of how I got there.