BoatBanter.com - Ronald Reagan

Reagan was the most "presidential" personality to occupy the White House
in the last thirty years. It's possible to disagree with political philosophy
(as I did and do) and still respect the person.

(Or at least is was. These extremist days, you're either on board 100% or
you're "evil").

Regan redeemed Republican presidential politics after the Nixon/Agnew/Ford
scandals, "pardons", and general disgrace. He did as much as any individual
person did to bring an end to the Cold War.

I voted for Reagan, once. Although the endorsement had nothing to do with my
vote, that could have been the same year that organized labor, (Teamsters,
anyway), took the unusual step of endorsing a Republican for president.

By the same token Reagan was probably one of the few Republican politicians who
had served as the head of a major labor union himself. (S.A.G.)

With the death of Reagan, it's difficult to identify a living, modern, icon of
practical conservatism. So many on both sides today are "my way or the
highway," we are in danger of losing the art of creative and effective
compromise in government.

It's too bad that President Reagan died. (Why is it easier to say "President
Reagan" than "President Clinton" or "President Bush"?) Until some brighter
light emerges from among the major players on the current political scene,
(both incumbents and challengers), we may have to conclude, with regret, that
they just don't make many people like that any more.

The only up side is that his suffering is finally over. Ther may be more
dignity in a peaceful death than he was enjoying in the last flickers of a
difficult daily life.

Nancy Reagan epitomized love as she cared for Ronnie over the last 10 years or
so. In her own way, she has shown an unusual strength of character as well.

I always think of the lines from Tennyson
when somebody I liked or respected passes on. If you read this slowly, and
contemplate the meaning of each line, it's extremely beautiful. Reagan was a
horseman, not a boater as far as I know, but here is anyway:

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.