This is an I-Heart podcast.

This is Lee Habib, and this is Our American Stories, a show where America is the star and the American people. Up next, a story

from Gary Ginsburg, a retired executive who worked at such companies as Time Warner and News Corp, a big

guy in the media business. He's here to share how the 37-year-old triple-crown drought that was

broken in 2015 brought with it a flood of

memories of Sundays at the racetrack with his father. Here's Gary Ginsburg.

And they're into the stretch. An American Farrow makes us run for glory as they come into the

final for a long. And here it is, the 37 year wait is over.

American Farrow is finally the one.

American Farrow has won the Triple Crown!

When American Pharaoh crossed the finish line

on Belmont Stakes on June 6, 2015, becoming the first Triple

Crown winner in 37 years, I cried.

After talking with friends who also watched the race, most of us men in our 50s and 60s,

I discovered I was not alone.

Many of us were overcome by emotion and, as it turns out, mostly

for the same reason. We were thinking about our dads.

For a generation of American men born during the Great Depression, racing was much more

than a five-week diversion from the

first Saturday May to the first Saturday in June. It was an obsession. And the obsession was

shared with us, their children, so that in many cases, horse racing came to define the relationship

we had with our fathers in the little free time they had to share with us. For me and for so many of my friends

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