In Louisville, Kentucky, this time of year means only one thing.

Derby.

Derby parties. Derby hats. Derby contests. Derby fireworks. Derby parades. Derby marathon. Derby…Derby…Derby…

Come Derby Day, I’m so tired of the “D” word, it’s sad.

Even sadder?  I’ve never once been to the Derby.  Never even been to Churchill Downs. I just can’t get all that interested.  Trust me, when you turn on the TV and every local news station talks of NOTHING but Derby during the month of April, it’s easy to become very bored with it.

The most interesting for me is the hats I’ve seen on people.  Very, very weird hats, sometimes.  Some are gorgeous.

But most are just weird.