Michael Reagan

My adoption was treated as a celebration.

Nancy is superstitious.

You know my father as governor, as president, but I knew him as dad. I was so proud to have the Reagan name and to be Ronald Reagan’s son.

With the blessings of liberty, we have responsibilities to defend it.

It’s hard to learn about your parents’ courtship.

The odds against an adoptee ending up as the child of the President of the United States are staggering. But then, so are the odds against a movie star becoming president.

You just watch somebody you love slowly, slowly disappear and go away.

Everyone seemed to want a piece of Ronald Reagan. It was maddening.

I constantly looked for motherly protection.

I thought the Secret Service would protect me from the press, but they were at my house to protect me from assassins with guns, not with assassins with pencils.

I knew if I waited long enough, the Republican Party would rock.

It was my sister Maureen who was responsible for my becoming a Reagan.

Senator Arlen Specter hasn’t really switched parties; he’s simply realized he cannot win the Pennsylvania Republican primary election.

Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.

Dad was the only adult male I ever trusted.

I think he would have been proud and smiling… when we laid him to rest because his family was together. I think that was a great gift to be able to give Dad at the end.

Because of my father, we are that Shining City on a Hill.