Alydar and I then headed due east for about 200 feet. We made a diagonal northeasterly turn that left me in the backyard of the Thompson Funeral Home. Which, I thought, was a good thing. Or, convenient, anyway, because I was about to die. It’s also where Seattle Slew and I parted company. When this horse hit East Main Street, it was Brother come to Jesus. He’d found the Lord. Or at least a familiar highway on his road home. I kid you not, he hit the Secretariat Gear about three strides onto Route 124 and opened up a 20-length lead on me.