ASHLAND, KY – The snow was thicker on top of the hill in Rose Hill Burial Park, with no tramping feet to turn it to slush.
A howling wind, stronger at the higher elevation, blew flurries at an angle across the landscape.
It also carried the tinny sound of a solitary bugler, warming up with his instrument under a tree a few yards away from the makeshift pavilion where an Ashland native would be laid to rest.
Then the cars came.
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