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Posted on 10.03.2016

40 Years One Time

Posted on 05.17.2016

Ann's best YEAH.

Posted on 11.11.2015

This Rock Life

Posted on 09.10.2015

The Top Hat!

Posted on 07.17.2015

Postcards From the Road

Posted on 07.02.2015

Postcards from The Road

Posted on 06.30.2015

Postcards from The Road

Posted on 08.06.2013

Zen Puppy Vol.2

Posted on 08.05.2013

Zen Puppy Vol.1

Posted on 05.17.2013

Induction Speech and Thank You's from Ann and Nancy

Posted on 10.02.2012

Fanatic out today!

Posted on 05.16.2012

more thoughts

Posted on 03.19.2012

March run...thoughts from Motley Sue

Posted on 12.09.2011

Heart News - December 1983 - A Letter from Lou Wilson - to Ann & Nancy and the fans...

Posted on 10.21.2011

Oz blog 3

Posted on 10.17.2011

Motley Sue - New Zealand Blog 2

Posted on 10.16.2011

Our trip down unda ~ Motley Sue's Blog entry 1

Posted on 07.24.2010

Writing Mistral Wind

Posted on 06.01.2010

Dear class of 2010

Posted on 12.05.2008

funny things that Nancy has said....

Posted on 12.05.2008

Cheerful Earful!

Posted on 08.30.2008

Debbie Shair's Q&A's

Posted on 08.13.2008

man is it hot on the road

Posted on 07.29.2008

Week three already?

Posted on 07.21.2008

As promised - here it is :) Ann's new tattoo.

Posted on 07.11.2008

Summer Tour entry one

Posted on 03.12.2008

Greg Upchurch

Posted on 10.26.2007

Happy Halloween!

Posted on 04.18.2007

Last nights Dreamboat Annie Performance

Posted on 12.05.2006

Impact Awards, May 2nd 2003 [ 12/5/2006 ]

Posted on 10.31.2006

Response to Craig Ferguson, and this year's Halloween Party

Posted on 10.20.2006


Posted on 03.16.2006

A Sad Note

Posted on 12.20.2005

Holiday Greetings

Posted on 12.20.2005

Holiday Greetings- Posted by : The Band

Posted on 10.31.2005

The annual halloween party

Posted on 10.13.2005

Frank Cox's son Chris - sends us a journal ~ he's a volunteer who has been doing animal rescue

Posted on 10.05.2005


Posted on 09.13.2005

Hold On

Posted on 08.31.2005

To our Southern Mongers

Posted on 08.31.2005

To Carl ~ Posted by : Mike InezHey

Posted on 07.20.2005

Kentucky Derby 2005 - The Last Bash

Posted on 07.11.2005

Derby Day II

Posted on 07.07.2005

Kentucky Derby day

Posted on 07.05.2005

"Bling Bling" The Derby Part 4

Posted on 06.26.2005

Derby Continued (part 3)

Posted on 06.23.2005

Where do i start... part 2

Posted on 06.23.2005

Where do I start...

Posted on 05.29.2005

Nancy and Cameron go to the pacific northwest to show th film and support independant record stores

Posted on 05.16.2005

Scoring Elizabeth Town

Posted on 04.11.2005

Hey There Mongers!~Posted by : Debbie Shair

Posted on 03.29.2005

Spring has sprung

Posted on 03.29.2005

What have I done... Well...since i left the witness protection program...~Posted by : Craig

Posted on 03.23.2005

Mike Inez - checking in

Posted on 12.31.2004

From My family to yours

Posted on 12.31.2004

Mongers of the world unite!

Posted on 10.06.2004

Hellooo heartmongers!!!

Posted on 07.07.2005

Kentucky Derby day

Posted by: Ann Wilson

"Oh when you're sitting back in your rose-pink Cadillac making bets on Kentucky Derby Day..."

The big day dawns. May 7, Derby Day. The excitement in the air is palpable. Tracy and I have all TVs in our suite on (ESPN, Local channels devoted to pre-derby coverage) as we eat breakfast, shower and start our preparation process. We try to keep our eyes and ears peeled to the buzz about the horses, since neither one of us really has a clue where to place our bets. The name 'Afleet Alex' keeps coming up as a real contender and I log that name.

At last the moment arrives. Time to put on our derby hats. Never underestimate the importance of hats at the Kentucky Derby. It is a wonderful, whimsical tradition that makes everyone feel beautiful and certainly very happy. A big part of the Derby experience is hat watching.

We get out the camera and Marianne takes some shots of us before we leave. I must say both Tracy and I were all the way in the spirit of things as we rode down in the elevator and Marianne shepherded us through the crowded lobby. You could hear the comments from people who had already been hitting the juleps at 1:00 pm, " ah shore as hell am gonna stay out of yer way, ma'am!" Marianne is awesome.

We ride through the streets of Louisville toward Churchill Downs, our hats filling all the space in the back of the car. It is much different today than it was yesterday. People are dressed to the nines, where yesterday they dressed more to the sevens and eights. Upon arrival at the entrance gate there is much more excitement among onlookers, and the hats floating by are amazing...magical. I think, 'this is great! A time and place where imagination rules, and no one is rolling their eyes, shaking disapproving heads murmuring "TACKY!" '.

Upstairs in the jockey club we are received by the Barnstable Brown sisters who are our hosts for the weekend. They are having lunch (filet mignon, lobster, asparagus, coffee-milk...other delicacies) with other members of their family, and they invite us to sit down with them and eat. After a few bites we all move outside to a table on what is called 'Millionaire's row'. The best seats in the house maybe. We are seated at a table with Meatloaf and his wife, and a lovely couple from New York who we make friends with immediately. Tracy and I have discussed the whole mint julep thing in great detail, knowing that neither one of us has much capacity for amber liquor, we go slow. It is going to be a long, full day and we both want to be present to enjoy it. Having said that, there is bourbon everywhere, and just taking a breath sort of produces a contact swoon.

We start placing bets using the same technique we used up on the horse and rider, think about the name. We start out with smaller bets and do moderately well. The next table to our right is the house of Usher. He is there with his mother, other family members, security people etc. and is a very big distraction for press people and fans. It seems everyone is calling his name for hours and pointing their camera phones and cameras at him, even as the horses rush by. Finally, he sits down in his seat with his back to the people and puts on his headphones, the only way he can get a moment's peace. In a strange moment of revelation, looking at this handsome, talented young man, this A-list, most desired, highly paid person of the moment, I feel lucky.

As the races go on, our luck seems to turn. We up the ante and get more serious with our money. The fine glow of the afternoon changes as the biggest race of all, the Derby gets closer. Everyone around us is talking horses. The names shoot around us like bats...'Sun King', 'Giacomo", 'Afleet Alex'...everyone has their own idea based on information gotten from some secret inside source who will win the big race and take the day. I believe it will be Alfleet Alex. I just have a feeling about this horse, and I'm not alone. They have been hyping the horse all day long on the TV event coverage. We put our money down and grit our teeth.

By this time, the infield at Churchill downs is one huge party. People are camping, grilling, drinking, wearing costumes, sleeping in the afternoon sun and waiting impatiently for the moment. Radio and TV stations broadcast from the infield, capturing the true crazy nature of the Derby down away from millionaire's circle. Back up in the stands, Tracy and I order a mint julep and take deep breaths.