Every year, opening day at Del Mar brings out the beautiful people. Handsome, well-heeled (or at least trying to look that way) young men and women get dressed to the nines and parade around the track, seeing and being seen. It is a classic San Diego moment: shiny happy people in an elegant place on a perfect summer day.
Not a trouble in the world.
Until they start betting and losing and betting and losing. And, eventually, if you look away from the glamorous women in their fabulous hats, you’ll start to notice them–the old-time track denizens in not chic shabby clothes. Their rolled-up papers and grim expressions, their studied disdain for the loud crowd of novice gamblers.
A dying breed to be sure. [Read more…]