Yesterday morning I traveled to Washington with my husband, two sisters, a niece, and a friend of our niece’s (two high school girls). We parked in Silver Spring, MD, and took the Metro into DC. At around four o’clock, we stationed ourselves at 1600 Constitution Avenue, where the transfer of the President’s casket to the horse-drawn caisson was scheduled to take place at six o’clock. It was a hot, oppressive day (about ninety-two humid degrees), but there was an occasional warm breeze. Various color guards stood at attention. The caisson, and the riderless horse, with Reagan’s own boots positioned facing...