In 1964, I was 12. My father took me to the Republican convention to hear Goldwater and so many people droned on and on and then Ronald Reagan stepped onto the stage. He spoke, and the crowd listened intently. My father sat captivated and made hand motions and clapped signaling his agreement. Reagan then dipped his brow, smiled that smile and closed his speech. The crowd in that split second was stunned and silent and my father jumped up, swung his arm and index finger around