Which got me thinking about how the District commemorates its presidents – this one in particular.
As a child of the Eighties, the first president I could remember was Reagan. In fact, seeing my mom watch the coverage of the assassination attempt on Reagan in 1981 was the first time I learned what a president was.
Before I was politically aware, it was like having a kindly grandfather in the White House – similar to the Werther’s Original guy, except with jellybeans.
Of course, no president can be honored in Washington, D.C. without politics entering the equation, particularly an iconic Republican in a town that overwhelmingly votes Democratic.