You all know that Derby Day was Saturday and that the 50-1 long shot, Mine That Bird, won the solid gold trophy in the Run for the Roses. And I'm sure that Aunt Julie was tickled to death that the trainer hauled that horse to Louisville, 21 hours in a trailer. Auntie J. has a thing for cowboys, you see.
I've always thought, though, that the most fascinating part of the Derby was the hats, not the horses. The Derby...seriously, now...is a haberdasher's dream come true. In fact, when I was a wee one, I thought that this most-famous of American horse races was named for the hats. I used to watch with my Nana every year. We weren't looking at horseflesh; we were betting on how much the ladies' headgear cost them.
Every year, of course, someone has to outdo everyone else. From this year's selections, I really liked the effort made by some of the men. Hats off to Saturday's winners!