I grew up in New Zealand. Every year, my father listened to the Melbourne Cup race on radio. Finally the day came when television came to NZ. We were able to gather around the black and white set and watch the race. When I was four years old, sitting on my father’s knee, with a pencil I marked a horse in his racing paper. That horse was Delta and the jockey was Neville Sellwood. Dad thought that was a good omen,…..

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