Chapters (92)
- KICK THE LATCH
- ONE
- SOLID PLASTER
- THE OLD MAN
- IT WASN’T HIS FAULT
- MILK BONES
- BICYCLE JENNY
- TWO
- THE JOCKEY
- THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE
- BANG!
- I HAD MY SPILLS
- MY PAINT HORSE
- KIND OF FUNNY, A REAL CLOWN, AN ORNERY SON OF A BUCK
- THREE
- A LITTLE WIND-UP CLOCK
- SHORT-IRON
- DIRT TRACK, FLAT LAND, RAMSHACKLE BACKSTRETCH
- I WOULDN’T BARELY BREAK
- NOTHING NICE
- KEY TO THE QUARTER POLE
- GALLON OF BLOOD
- NUTS AND BOLTS
- BIG OLD HOLE
- I SEEN HIM EVERY DAY
- FOUR
- PICKLED BOILED EGGS
- THANKSGIVING
- ENOUGH
- CALL YOUR OWNERS, CALL HOME
- HAMBURGERS
- OUR PERSONAL ATTITUDES
- FIVE
- I OUTGREW THE POSITION
- THEY GET CHILLY
- THIS JOCK PACKS, THAT JOCK PACKS
- GRANDSTANDING
- BLACK SHOE POLISH
- SIX
- EVERYTHING MYSELF
- WASHED, BATHED, GOOD CARE
- YOU CHECK IT, YOU SHAKE IT
- A THOUSAND POUNDS OF PRESSURE
- WE’RE HUNGRY!
- STRAIGHT OFF THE GOAT
- SEVEN
- I KNOW WHAT I KNOW
- THEY GET THEIR HEADS JERKED OFF
- I THINK YOU’LL BE SAD
- BOBBLE, BOBBLE
- YOU CAN’T BLAME A MAN
- THIS HORSE, THIS RACE
- EIGHT
- RACETRACKERS
- FANCY SUITS, FANCY BOOTS
- PAUPER’S HILL
- THE OLD LADY
- JAKE THE PRINCE
- C’MON, CHARLIE!
- THE BIG DRINK
- WHERE’S THORBY?
- MIRACLE PERSON
- HE WAS LIVING HIGH
- I DIDN’T WANT NO DRAMA
- NINE
- THE RODEO STUNT
- HUNTERS AND JUMPERS
- TEN
- I WAS GIVEN A CHOICE
- THEY’D RATHER HAVE THE PISS
- STOP MY WORLD, LADY!
- STUPID CAMERAS, BIG LIGHTS
- GRAB THAT THING
- MILLIONS
- IT WAS HARD LIVING
- I TRIED TO BE A NORMAL PERSON
- THE HORSE TAUGHT ME ABOUT LIFE
- ELEVEN
- MISTER BAKER
- THIS SUCKER
- WITH THE MEN
- LA VEDETTE
- HER BLACK MOUSTACHE
- BLONDE, CUTE, BIG DIMPLES
- TWELVE
- ONAKONA
- BAD WEATHER OR NOT
- IT AIN’T LIKE A CAT
- PERENNIALS
- REMEMBER THIS?
- A PARTICULAR LANGUAGE
- AFTERWORD
Rod Greer, he’s been at it forty-five years. There’s jockeys who aren’t jockeys anymore but they still gallop horses. There’s grooms who’ve taken a little time off and then gone back to the track. Trainers still own racehorses but now they hire someone else to do the training. Some have sons or daughters in the business. A few of the stallions I took care of still sire offspring. Those foals are running in races today.
By the time you’re my age you’ve had a lot of injuries. And where there’s injuries, you get arthritis. I got buggered up a few times but thought I escaped pretty good. Now I wake up on a rainy day and think, I remember this. I remember it right here.
A PARTICULAR LANGUAGE
When I tell Jerry stories about the racetrack he doesn’t say much. It’s hard for people who haven’t been there to understand. There’s a particular language you pick up on the track. I’d come home for the holidays and try to talk to my family, but nothing I said made sense to them. What? they’d say. Huh? What do you mean?
A racetracker doesn’t say We won a race. A racetracker says We win. It’s not proper English. It’s not We won. It’s not We will win. The race is over, it’s already won, but we say We win, we win, we win.
AFTERWORD
Kick the Latch is based on interviews recorded in person and by phone in 2018, 2020, and 2021. With Sonia’s permission, I transcribed those recordings and used them to write this book, which is a work of fiction. My gratitude to Sonia — and to my mother, who introduced us — is profound.
Kathryn Scanlan