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For many years, in many places and for many reasons, I have stood in front of my television screen on Derby Day and unabashedly shed a tear when My Old Kentucky Home was sung.
Like most of my generation, I learned the words – the original ones, I might add – in grade school and have burned them into those vocal tracks of my soul, to be plucked and tweaked on an occasional basis in an emotional serenade of my essence.
But I was not prepared for a moment such as this.
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