An essayist offers a personal look at doings in Dallas
What should have looked ridiculous turned out to be strange. What should have been moving was eerie. What should have felt impressive was irritating; irritating impressive; dead alive, and vice versa. From Saturday on, nothing came off quite as a visitor expected. Dallas tooted and bubbled, awaiting the arrival of him whose political philosophy justified Dallas' existence. Yet it seemed that Ronald Reagan would enhance Dallas no more than Dallas would enhance him, and that he was coming to confer his blessing on the...
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