Oh say can I cry, by the TV's soft glo-o-w-w ..

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Watching TV yesterday before the Superbowl - yes, I watched it if you call having it on in the background while my nose was firmly planted in my laptop - I came upon the tribute to Ronald Reagan on what would have been his 100th birthday.  Nancy was there, all old and frail - yet surprisingly strong of voice.  The part I came in on was at the end and next thing I knew I was a blubbering idiot.


The ingredients to create that slobbery soup?  Start with Lee Greenwood singing Proud to be an American (song gets me every. single. time.) in front of a huge screen showing slides of Reagan from throughout his political life.  At the end there was a flyover which always gets me too, but this one had a camera in one of the cockpits and as soon as they passed one of the pilots showed on the screen saying something like "from all the members of the U.S. military on board the U.S.S. Ronald Reagan .." SOB .. (picture OH ROB..) he continued with something about birthday wishes for "Mr. President" and then he saluted.  That was it, I was done.


Everything was out to get me yesterday.  Well except maybe when that National Anthem was sung.  And I'm not even talking about the flubbed lines!  Just seems like the National Anthem (capitalized) should be one of those songs that is sung straight, not jazzercised.  Just my opinion.  So what gets you?  What tugs those heart strings and makes you well up and sniffle in spite of your cool self?


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