each_one_is_the_first fyn gula he starts the subaru and they're off to north park, skis still in the racks, thrill still in the heart, adam duritz loud enough. they talk about anything but horses. until they arrive at the stables and meet jack, head out the door sniffing the false spring breeze. the owner, who they were to meet, stays in the black cadillac, like jimmy stewart in rear window, a wheel chair folded up in the front seat. he watches her do what comes natural, and in minutes, jack's tacked and off they go along the thawing, muddy path through the woods. he has seen many beautiful things, but each one is the first. 010209 what's it to you? who go blather from