Yesterday my parents came for a visit from New Jersey. We headed over to a classy Derby party, picked a horse that sounds like a discount grocery store, and went home with some cash. The last time I bet on a horse, I was in the Off Track Betting facility out in the wastelands by Bradley airport. The horse was named Spanky Fishbein and I made a few dollars that day too. Sometimes the various ways we can experience the same thing truly amazes me. Then, this morning, I found that the Star Ledger published a short review/essay about Twain I wrote for the museum. Thanks, New Jersey!