My take, at CFIF, stemming from a speech the great lady made on the shores of Mobile Bay a month after 9/11. From there, I segued to this:
On the very night that Ronald Reagan died in 2004, I happened to be in London. In fact, at approximately the moment Reagan died, I was finishing up a meal at Rules of London, sitting at a corner table, staring at a wonderful wall mural of a very well done imaginary image, somewhat whimsical, of Margaret Thatcher dressed in a suit of armor with an iron lance in her hand. The expression on her face was resolute — and serene in its resolution.
I rather imagine that Thatcher herself probably loved that mural inside London’s famous restaurant. My wife and I certainly did.
The world stands in Lady Thatcher’s debt. RIP, in God’s heaven.
