I had gone to races at little dirt tracks in Iowa as a kid. Sort of kept it up until I got married. My wife wasn't a big fan of racing, so I went once in a while for about 20 years.
When my Wife died in 2001, I started going back. This time to SAS. The races got me out of the house and into the world again. Going to the track filled a void. For that, I am grateful...Now, I'm thankful we have THR, Corpus, and a miriad of dirt tracks to go to.
Rosie