The night before my father died, Ronald Reagan, I listened to his breathing — ragged, thin.
Or of the man who lifted his voice to the overcast sky and said, “Mr.
Long before my father ran for office, politics sat between us at the dinner table.
The conversations were predictable: Big government was the problem, the demon, the thing America had to be wary of.
I wanted to talk about the boy who bullied me on the school bus, not government overreach.
Persons:
Ronald Reagan, “ Mr, Gorbachev, Long
Organizations:
America