Kassie Guglielmino steps out of the jockey’s room at Portland Meadows and sees a friend. She smiles a smile that is bright enough to light up the gloomy Pacific Northwest skies. She watches the horses as they are saddled, looks outside to see if it’s raining yet and heads to her mount. As they leave through the tunnel on their way to the track, her hand automatically reaches up to touch the beam overhead.  On it someone has written “Luck” with a couple of horseshoes. It’s primitive and rustic.