A Day at the Races
Harness racing isn't just a way to gamble in Maine. It's also a way of life.
By Elizabeth Peavey
It's a perfect August afternoon - clear blue sky and just a touch of breeze - and the Union Fair, due west of Camden and the home of the Maine Blueberry Festival, is in full swing. It's almost time for the first race to start, so I find my way over to the enclosed wooden grandstands hard against the oval track. Generations of harness-racing fans have worn these benches smooth over the ages. Attendance is light on this afternoon. The demographics of racing may be changing, but not here. Not today.
