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By Prof. Gordon Jones

The gentleman most racing fans insist is unmatched when it comes to painting vivid word pictures of racehorses in motion divides his adventurous life into three distinct parts.

There is the big city part where he goes onstage to the largest and most famous racing emporiums to call Thoroughbred horses out of the starting gate (“And away they go”), around the bend (“Scraping paint on the rail”) and down the stretch (“Go to the window now to be first in line”).

Nobody has ever done this quite like the charismatic man from South Africa who redefined the art of calling a race.

There is the quiet second part of his life offstage on an isolated Minnesota farm punctuated by an historic farmhouse out of another century.

Here, the familiar voice to die for turns silent.  He reads countless books by 19^th Century authors, feeds the livestock and needs his trusty binoculars to see the closest sign of life.

The third part of this balanced life comes each autumn when Trevor goes back for a slice of Americana at the Fair with a lively blend of the old and the new.

It’s Fairplex Park for the best part of three weeks.

“I love it here,” he says.  “What a refreshing change of pace for everybody.  All kinds of horses from almost everywhere to whet the appetite for handicapping.  A real challenge to pick the next longshot with so many variables to sharpen your mind.

 “And classy horses you might not expect to find.  No question about it, Fairplex trumps at least 90 percent of the other tracks when it comes to quality fields.”