First Race Day Morning at the Brickyard


Imagine your name is Raymond or Florence and you are in Indianapolis, Indiana the morning of May 27, 1910. You've scrubbed your face using the porcelain bowl on your dresser and brushed your hair. Stepping outside, the wood planks of your porch squeak softly as you descend down the three steps leading to the path to your barn. The sun is shining, not blazing, and only a few harmless white billowy clouds float lazily above.

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