Only I will know the significance of these words in the hours to come, days to come. The fan spinning crazily overhead, but it’s comforting. Not threatening. I can’t believe I just watched the entire hour of “60 Minutes” and their tribute to Reagan. Somehow sad and and heartrending and also filled with revulsion. He was always an old man. Old Man, even when I was a little boy and first saw on TV he was an Old Man, always an Old Man. The U.S. President as Old Man, he pioneered that concept, that portrait, and generations will attempt unsuccessfully to live up to that. “My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys,” by Willie Nelson. Big chart hit, makes me think of Reagan. Then “Every Night” by Paul McCartney, the anti-Reagan, yet recorded when Ronnie was the governor of that great state of California. Vanilla ice cream. That great state of carmel fudge brownie sundae California. He was a smart man, but was his benign mask a coverup of some deep ignorance, willful ignorance of reality? Think of him in “King’s Row,” as the soldier who has the lower half of his body amputated, his classic line as he first wakes up after the operation and says, “Where’s the rest of me?!” Time to see that film again. George W is just … it’s like a different nightmare altogether. Grown up & evil this time, smiling but shrewd, not just in the old fashioned Hollywood way. I feel so old. I’m 28, I feel so old.