July 29, 2012 - 6:51pm
A cold, implacable drizzle had turned our palms into soggy prunes by noon. My friends and I were in the Infield as always, on a knoll that slopes, then slightly rises, toward that familiar bank of aqua-colored portable toilets.
This article appears in the April 2012 issue of Louisville Magazine. To subscribe, visit loumag.com.