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June 11, 2004

One for the Gipper

I gave up and left the office just after noon. All the government employees were off, and there wasn't much for the contractors to do, so... I headed out.

And I stalled on the ground floor in front of the TV set to MSNBC. The Battle Hymn of the Republic, especially sung by that caliber of choir, has that effect. It's very hard to just walk on by, especially when my throat swells up and nearly overbalances me.

So I leaned against a handy wall, I needed the support, and watched a while. The two homilies I heard were excellent. Amazing Grace was both. I stood on through The Lord's Prayer, watching other passersby returning from lunch pause and watch a bit too. There were the unreformed Philistines, oblivious to the event, but they were matched by the more thoughtful and us, the reformed.

I left during the second prayer, before the real eulogies began. My knee was getting sore, and somehow a half hour had slipped away.

It's a gray damp day here in Arlington, but coming out of the Metro all I could do was look up at the sky. Behind that gray overcast there shines a sun.

Let there be light.

Let freedom ring.

Let us live to make men free.

Then I came home and read the comments on the Little Green Footballs thread and felt a bit less sentimental and... alone.

Yeah, it's tempting to say "We shall not see his kind again." But I don't believe that, not really.

We wouldn't recognise his kind in advance. They are unassuming and modest. They don't push themselves forward. They take responsibility when they see it's the right thing to do and those around them ask. It's after the fact that we finally know them. And thank God that we had that honor.

Thank you, Lord, for giving us Ronald Wilson Reagan. We reluctantly give him back. Enjoy his gentle jokes. Set him up with a great horse. And install in his pocket a bottomless jar of Jelly Bellies to hand out whenever he feels inspired.


(I posted this in the LGF thread first, then asked myself what I was doing... and brought it over here too. My bloggers instincts are terribly underdeveloped, still.)

Posted by dan at June 11, 2004 02:35 PM | TrackBack
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