For reasons that are still unclear to me, I ended up in line to pay my last respects to Gerald Ford. There was a lot of discussion in the line about how this funeral compared to Regan’s and I ended up at the casket during the respectful yet kinda creepy silent changing of the honor guard. There were nice big commemorative posters at the exit and I spent a couple seconds watching an older couple comparing their cell phone pictures of the event. It’s amazing how much of how our intersections with history and culture are now mediated, shared and verified by a tiny screen on a phone. I guess I’d rather compare stencils.
Remembering GeraldMay 5, 2007