The little red-headed girl was six, maybe seven, when her mother asked she and her younger sister what they wanted for Christmas. The sister said, “I want a doll house.” The little red-headed girl said, “I want the White House.” And, yes, she was talking about the White House, not just a child’s toy.

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As most of the world’s leading Thoroughbreds begin getting to Texas for the Breeders Cup program on Saturday, Oct. 30, the most popular horse in the United States is relaxing and romping in his private paddock at Three Chimneys Farm on the Old Frankfort Pike just east of the city that’s known as “The Horse Capital of the World.”

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When I was a kid back in the late 1940s, I loved to visit my grandparents home in Mount Sterling. It sat about 50 yards off US 60, then the main east-west road through Kentucky. It was two lanes, all the way from Ashland to Louisville. I used to love to sit in the porch swing on a warm afternoon and see how many cars I could identify from the ads I saw in Life magazine and the Farmers Journal (I think that was the name, but don’t hold me to it).

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Back in the dark ages, when I was a young journalist working in the sports department of The Lexington Herald (there was both a morning and afternoon newspaper then, which shows you how long ago it was), a man trudged up the stairs one Sunday evening carrying…well, what in the world was that thing?

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