A melody that that has been around for a hundred and fifty years. One that shares a name with my homeland. Twelve notes, wrapped in history. Notes that can take us back to a time or back to a place. For me, that place is Oxford in the fall of '99. When the Pride of the South would strike up the tune and welcome the boys onto the field. I got chills that very first time and I still do to this day. Sometime you need a train ticket to get home. Other times, just twelve notes.