We watched the movie last night. I rode for Harry several years ago at his beautiful farm in Greene County, near Dyke. It was fun to watch this movie, and to remember the stories he would tell, and also walk down memory lane because I remember him and his famous horse from my childhood in the New York City area. Harry was a real farmer, a real horseman. There are a lot of poseurs in the horse world, aristocracy wannabes but this was a self-made man who fled from a decimated and impoverished country to ride the American wave of prosperity and optimism. When I rode for him, the book was being written and the movie planned. Many happy memories.