It was a great day in my life when I “did” the Reagan and Nixon museums in one day. And when I first heard Lyndon Johnson and his dog sing a duet.
Soon every American will be able to draw inspiration from some former leader no one has given a thought to in decades.
Every crossing of the road where a President drew breath is engaged in cargo cult museum/monument/memorial building or restoration, convinced that if they build the runways the tourist planes will come.
From my unhealthy interest in all things presidentish this blog was born.