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- NATION, Page 37THE PRESIDENCYStill Not a Scratch on Him
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- By Hugh Sidey
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- Call it latter-day Teflon if you will, but nothing seems to
- faze the Gipper on his unrepentant gallop into the Beverly Hills
- sunset. He answered about 150 questions in a Los Angeles court
- last Friday and Saturday, part of the leftover Iran-contra
- scandal that keeps snarling at his polished heels like a nasty
- attack dog. He had every right to repair to his bright Bel Air
- home, high above the smog, and have a little bit of the
- post-White House blues like Johnson, Nixon, Ford and Carter.
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- Instead, Ronald Reagan made plans to take some more golf
- lessons at the Los Angeles Country Club. He is dreaming of
- making a hole in one before his 80th birthday next year.
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- Reagan has shed a few pounds and maybe a few years, has
- grown all his undyed hair back after his skull surgery last
- September. He has signed up for enough lectures to keep him
- running around the world at something like $1,000 a talking
- minute and has been certified as a top-drawer sidewalk
- superintendent for his presidential library, now a huge hole in
- the ground. He roams the 34th floor of Fox Plaza, high above
- Century City, trains binoculars on a tip of his Bel Air home,
- visible 3 miles away, and mutters dark incantations against a
- new high-rise going up in his field of view. He leans down with
- pride to show visitors the model of the Spanish-type library
- building to be completed in 1991 with deep vaults for his 44
- million pieces of paper.
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- He refuses to complain about the analysts who deny him any
- credit for the huge changes under way in the communist world,
- and he does not beef because George Bush uses him so little in
- state affairs. Reagan is utterly pleased with almost anything
- that comes his way -- from being mobbed by admirers in the lobby
- of Las Vegas' new Mirage Hotel, as he was the other day, to his
- morning horseback ride at his Rancho del Cielo in the Santa Ynez
- Mountains.
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- That ride may be the magic elixir. Even in his contemporary
- office, surrounded by two chunks of the Berlin Wall and power
- photographs, Reagan gets almost poetic when he talks about
- rising in the bright mountain sunlight with Nancy.
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- "We get up and breakfast about 8 o'clock," he says. "We
- switched a long time ago to breakfast food -- cereals. I'll have
- a piece of rye toast, and I have one of those little honey bears
- with which I can squirt honey on it." Fortified, he heads for
- the stable.
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- "I'm an ex-cavalryman, and I ride a flat saddle in boots and
- britches," he explains. "I come up to the stall, put a rope
- around my horse's neck, say, `Come on, boy,' and lead him down
- to curry him and pick his hoofs."
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- His favorite mount is El Alamein, a stallion out of Mexico
- with a good ear, as Reagan explains. "Not too long ago, he did
- something that made me kind of call him to order, and I said,
- `Hey, Mexicano.' He stopped and turned and looked right at me,
- and I thought, `My gosh, he was raised and ridden and directed
- with the Mexican language.' So I've got to learn a little more
- Spanish.
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- "We ride up at 1,400 ft., and we can see the Channel Islands
- out there and the other way the Santa Ynez valley. In the hot
- summer you can ride in those oak trees and stay cool; comes the
- winter you can pick the paths that stay in the sunlight. It is
- so beautiful, the place casts a spell. I love that life."
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