While I generally try to live by the golden rule, and wish others no ill, I can’t help but be amused by Morrissey’s remarks. I imagine many of my compatriots feel differently, as the nation goes into flag-waving (or lowering) mode. The man was old, and he was ill, and death is a part of life. Personally, most of my Reagan assocations are a mixed bag, linked with 80s era bands like the Dead Kennedys and Reagan Youth…and also this odd book of Reagan paper dolls. It was one of the first gifts given to me, inexplicably, by my step-mother…around the time we met. Strange (stranger still, that I still have it). So I’m just going about my business…though I remembered to pick up my package at the post office yesterday, as their doors are closed today. That I can deal with. But I’m mourning the closing of I-94. Thankfully it’s just for the weekend (and not related to Reagan’s death) but if I want to visit our sister city before Monday I’m going to have to take one of my Dad’s sort of shortcuts…meaning, the longass way around.
