A personal tribute

At some point, hopefully really, really soon, I will cease blogging, e-mailing, annoying co-workers about former President Reagan's death and will move on with my life. Such a prospect is difficult, however, considering: EVERY SINGLE news outlet is engaging in a nationwide Reagan lovefest. "Come on over, everybody. I'm popping in Bedtime for Bonzo! Forget about what could've been. Bring over a bag of Bugles, cherry flavored colas, and wear your Caspar Weinberger T-shirts."

Needless to say, I'm eternally grateful simply because I won't have to go to work on Friday, a "National Day of Mourning." Tonight's the procession to the Capitol followed by Friday's ceremony at the National Cathedral, blocks from my house. Although I was never a real fan of Ronnie, I'll have to catch some of the festivities, but probably not the wake or the ceremony, considering you need tickets.

Wait, now that I think of the bumper to bumper gridlock, hordes of hot sweaty "Reagan-freaks" invading DC in sweltering heat, and, the omni-present, terrorist warnings, maybe I should rethink this. Maybe I'm getting carried away here. Maybe I should just lie low the next couple of days and just get stuck in traffic for the big guy. I'll even turn the radio off during commercials in tribute.

[P.S. Here's a decent article about Reagan's impact on the law, specifically his federal court appointments from Scalia to even Posner.]