I know this is not a political site, I don't even want to turn it into one. But the vast majority of us are Americans and *all* of us were much effected by the eight years of the Reagan presidency.
I refuse to just let this slide as if a momentous event has not taken place.
Saturday I was writing a thank-you letter to friends, a "real" letter, postage stamp and all. I was just getting into this-will-make-them-laugh mode when it came over NPR that Mr. Reagan had died.
I knew how sick he was. I knew his age. I had even been given a heads-up, although that source had done so before and been wrong.
Still, I banged out an immediate reaction, pushed the keyboard away, simply broke down and cried.
Not a macho thing to admit, I know. But I do so without shame. I admired him so much.
Collected myself, went upstairs, put a new tape in the VCR, set it on FNC and just let it run. Time to view it later. Which I have not yet had the courage to do. Same VCR set on same channel, 8:00 in the morning Pacific Time for tomorrow's ceremonies.
While anecdotes about Reagan fill my head, just one: He had just been sworn in recently, had a meeting with his National Security Advisor. The general tone was of Reagan's ideas about the Cold War and he said, "My view of the Cold War is that we win, they lose." (I may have muffed a couple words, going by memory here.)
A few years later, having for many years had an interest in seeing the place, I was actually in Russia, Leningrad still, later to (again) be St. Petersburg. Reagan was right, it was an evil empire.
Ah, I could go on. I won't. But as Americans we really need to acknowledge our loss in every facet of our lives, even toy model aircraft.
Dan
Paul