Yesterday, I had a terrible day. I left the office, feeling enervated and disappointed. I had an emotional hangover. Not even chocolate was working to relieve it.
I walked through Starbucks to get to the sidewalk. As I opened the door, I saw something that cheered me extraordinarily: two police horses and their partners. I knew both officers, and both horses. While the Keeney Park stable was under reconstruction five years ago, the Mounted Patrol Unit boarded its horses at Day Lily Farm in East Windsor. My horses were there, too. I spent a memorable afternoon trying to induce one of the equine candidates to walk onto a trailer without having a panic attack. I failed. That horse flunked out of the program.
