James Weigel

What a business this is: how random, the turn of the dial. And yet, at the same time, how symmetrical; how suggestive of a destiny coherent enough for us all to keep trying to read it. A budget of $10,000, permitting the purchase of a mare for $7,000. Jim Weigel would have gone home already, but the two he had earmarked in the catalog had both soared past his reach. Then a reserve of $10,000 on her yearling daughter, only for the bidding to stall at $7,000. So he kept...