Jeff Bloom is a Thoroughbred maven, but according to him, the definitions of a genius, a maestro, or a wizard, do not square. He’s a person of humility, and people of humility would never admit to being something like a maven.

That’s what makes him one.

The original Yiddish translation of the word did resonate for him — someone who understands — sparking a wry grin. “You know my grandparents spoke Yiddish, and they came to the states before World War I, as immigrants from Eastern Europe, Russia, and specifically, Ukraine,” he explained.

August was a month of never-ending trouble. When we last left off, Fin was just beginning her stall rest journey and, in total, it lasted for almost four weeks! She blew an abscess from her right front coronary band and I thought we were in the clear. The weather forecast called for rain the next few days, so to be safe I thought I would keep her up until the weather had passed.