Soldier of Misfortune:
Riding a Wild Horse Across the New Jersey Countryside
By: Dr. Ray Healey
The first time that I ever rode a horse at a full gallop was a hair-raising experience.
[This story is one chapter of a memoir I am writing — “Adventures and Misadventures: Stories I’ve Told My Friends,” — which I will publish in installments on Medium in the coming months.]
It was mid September of 1964, I had just turned 16 years old — and I had my driver’s license!
At the time I had this heady sense that I was entering a period of incredible freedom.
With my license — I envisioned a glorious future of driving our family car, a sizable station wagon, in quest of any number of glorious adventures.
For me and my (two years younger) brother Todd, my license opened up exciting vistas for road trips we could take.
We were living in a modern house on a hillside in Upper Montclair, New Jersey, and to get anywhere serious you had to drive a car.
