I’ll try to remember to tell you sometime about the aftermath of Regan’s funeral as it manifested itself in D.C. where I happened to see it.
We were there because J had some paintings at a show the Smithsonian was hosting that year.
America’s short memory and patriotic stupidity was on full display in D.C. in the aftermath of Regan’s bullshit funeral. (damn, I’m still so pissed at him for saying that the Vietnam war was a noble cause! He really tests my Buddhism.) We were there about two months after the funeral and the stench was amazing (I almost wish I’d have bought some of the souvenirs to share with you now). (”Souvenir me G.I.”)