It must be a good thing for an old man when his heart jumps to his throat, especially when its figurative and initiated by unmitigated happiness. The happiness came when I got to the corner by the post office and heard the first roar from the crowd lined up on one side of the National Road as it passes Morrisson-Reeves Library in Richmond, Indiana.
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