Now, I have some degree of knowledge about various things related to Thoroughbred pedigrees and racing history. I've written hundreds of magazine articles on these topics as well as six books. I've even been cited by other authors and researchers as an authoritative source from time to time, which I suppose qualifies me as an expert of sorts. But if I am the reigning expert on one Sam "Chief" Johnson, then I may well fit the definition of an expert often attributed to Columbia University president Nicholas Murray Butler: someone who knows more and more about less and less until he [she] knows everything about nothing.
"Chief" Johnson is hardly nothing, of course: he was a living, breathing human being who made himself memorable on sheer force of personality. And the research I'm doing is being done precisely because I don't know everything there is to know about him, short of those parts of any man's soul that are known only to God. There is a real sense in which knowing this one relatively obscure man becomes knowledge of the times he lived in and the lives of many others like him, who lived on the ragged edges of society and pursued a risky profession in a world that had very few safety nets. That's the world and the man I hope to bring to life. Nevertheless, this seems to be one area in which I am truly blazing a trail, or at least trying to. And I guess that makes me the expert, whether I feel I merit the title or not.