The Derby is a big deal in Kentucky. For many of us, it’s the only horse race we watch annually, and for one entire afternoon once a year, Kentucky is spotlighted in a very positive way, making the citizens very proud. As a boy, I can remember being over at my Grandmother Embry’s house every year during “The Run for the Roses.” Like our boys did today, my brother Steve and I would play cars on the floor as the pageantry played out on the television behind us. I really didn’t appreciate the Derby’s beauty and tradition then. It was something I took for granted. Today, I tried to encourage the boy’s interest in the Derby, by pointing out the horses, colors, hats, roses, numbers and mud at the event. At this age, unfortunately, toy trains trump horses.
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