A black-toothed wino on hands and knees scours the parking lot for a winning stub to the fourth race, and in my haste to reach the ticket booth in time for the seventh, what my uncle, a professional handicapper, calls the “surefire, can’t miss bet of the night,” I almost step on the wino’s callused hand. Passing through the turnstile I hear Achilles announced over … Continue reading Zeno’s Nephew at the Track by Adam Hanover