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- <title>
- Jan. 30, 1989: The Gipper Says Goodbye
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- Profiles
- Jan. 30, 1989 The Bush Era Begins
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- NATION, Page 24
- The Gipper Says Goodbye
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>As a new cast moves onstage, the Reagans leave to a standing
- ovation
- </p>
- <p>By Hugh Sidey
- </p>
- <p> Ronald Reagan hesitated for a moment in the cool luminance
- of the Oval Office, his last minutes as President ticking by.
- Tears welled in the eyes of the few aides who surrounded him,
- but Reagan was busy reaching into his coat pocket as he fished
- out a white laminated card.
- </p>
- <p> The President looked up, some of that gentle mirth tugging
- at his mouth even in this melancholy pause on his way out of
- power. "Who do I give this to?" he asked quietly. He held up his
- authentication card for the launching of nuclear missiles, the
- card that must be inserted into the "football" toted with tender
- care by an ever present military assistant to certify the
- command to strike at an enemy. Reagan had dutifully carried the
- card for eight years. Its unimportance at his parting was
- perhaps the most powerful statement of this singular leader's
- legacy. The world moves toward peace, and the paraphernalia of
- nuclear command, which once held the world in its thrall, is
- almost an afterthought.
- </p>
- <p> "You can't get rid of it yet," answered his national
- security assistant, Lieut. General Colin Powell. "After the
- swearing-in of President Bush, a military aide will take it
- from you." Almost reluctantly, Reagan tucked the card back in
- his pocket. He took one more sweeping look around the room where
- he had exercised the globe's greatest power so long and so
- exuberantly, slowly squared his shoulders and walked out to the
- sun-streaked colonnade that links the office with the mansion.
- White House staff members crowded against the glass doors and
- windows, some of them openly weeping.
- </p>
- <p> As he had done hundreds of times before, Reagan walked along
- the Rose Garden, savoring the crisp morning air and glancing at
- gardener Irvin Williams' meticulous winter designs. But this
- time Reagan slowed, turned right and left to wave one more time.
- Halfway down the colonnade, he suddenly faced away, picked up
- his gait and, never looking back, went to meet the Bushes and
- take them to the Capitol to yield the presidency to his
- personally chosen successor.
- </p>
- <p> Rarely if ever in 200 years has there been such an
- affectionate farewell from the nation and from the White House
- staff, such a graceful and rancorless transfer of authority and
- such pageantry unmarred by national turmoil or brutal winter
- weather. It was a class act from the President and his lady, in
- its own way one of the hardest things the two old troupers ever
- had to do.
- </p>
- <p> The last hours of the Reagans were crammed with thunderous
- tributes and then dozens of tiny, human gestures of thanks. The
- Notre Dame football team, voted the national champion, came by
- and left Reagan the blue-and-gold letter sweater of George Gipp.
- Suddenly make-believe was real; the latter-day Gipper finally
- had the authentic article, and he clung to it reverently as the
- team departed. The apt gift touched him almost as much as
- anything that happened in the parting.
- </p>
- <p> Time and time again, Reagan edged over to the White House
- windows to look down the South Lawn, over the fountains and past
- the Washington Monument, on to the Jefferson Memorial, where the
- bronze figure of the great Virginian stands resolutely. Often
- when Reagan came to work he would offer his assessment of the
- weather, determined by how clearly he could see Jefferson in the
- Potomac River Valley. In the finale, Reagan loitered more than
- ever in his private study next to the Truman Balcony, often with
- Nancy beside him and a fire burning in the fireplace. Once, when
- an aide found him in reverie at the study's window, he asked the
- President, "What are you thinking about?" Reagan turned around,
- smiled and replied, "Everything."
- </p>
- <p> On several mornings before he left, Reagan brought his
- friendly squirrels a double ration of acorns. He spread them
- out on the veranda beyond his window and watched the scramble.
- His staff found a squirrel-size sign that read BEWARE OF DOGS
- and placed it along the squirrel path. When President-elect
- Bush came around for his final minutes with his old mentor and
- boss, Reagan pointed out the sign, mindful that the Bushes will
- move in with a pregnant English springer spaniel named Millie
- and before long the grounds will swarm with puppies. "I'll keep
- the sign right there," promised Bush.
- </p>
- <p> In all Reagan's long life, humor has never deserted him. And
- it did not in his last act. At one of the farewells, his staff
- gave him a bridle, leather gloves and other equipment for his
- passion of horseback riding. Reagan quipped that when he reached
- his ranch, he would get the horse. Not to be outdone, two Reagan
- aides the next morning burst into the Oval Office dressed in a
- horse costume, the new gear in place. Reagan took one look,
- laughed heartily and, without missing a beat, turned to his
- mischievous chief of staff, Kenneth Duberstein, and hauled out
- the quintessential Reagan chestnut one more marvelous time.
- </p>
- <p> "Ken," he said, "I always told you there was a pony in there
- someplace."
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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