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November 27, 2007

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Kay

Hey, I saw Bill Hartack win two great Derbies--1960, when I was 9, and 1969, when I was 18. There will never be another like him. His terrible childhood prevented him from being the man he could have been, but he worked with what he had. I was so happy when, in the early 80's, I watched him in the CBS sports jacket, commenting on the Derby. He said he wished he'd been able to enjoy his 5 victories more at the time. That was the closest Bill ever came to apologizing for his scorching public persona. Underneath was a deeply damaged man who never really found a home.
Bless you, Bill. You're home now.

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