Ronald Reagan is getting on. Air Force One is ready for retirement. Economic summits in Venice are old hat -- Jimmy Carter was there for one seven years ago. The dollar is tired and limp, and Paul Volcker about to become a memory. Congress is slower, windier and crankier. Even the 17-year locusts sound unhappy to have emerged again along Washington's troubled streets.
Time for a change. The country feels it in its bones as summer rushes in and President Reagan rushes out. It is the seven-year presidential itch. The ebb of power is melancholy reality, the days of glory meticulously...
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