  My neat son just called me from DC to hear the horses hooves as the processional carrying President Reagan's body went past. It was strange because I was watching it on TV and they were going up a tree-lined path at the Capitol Bldg. When I called Steve back, he told me he was under the trees, away from the crowds. He's off to get in line for the viewing. What tales he'll be able to tell is grandchildren! 
