Laying It On With A Trowel 
Our glorious tradition of Presidential Libraries was of course launched by Franklin Roosevelt, who famously parked the first one in his yard, and had himself buried there to complete the pharaoh-fication.
 
The special localness of these little bits o’ greatness scattered over the landscape are celebrated by America’s leading purveyor of thoughtful presidential historian mush, David McCullough:
” it is valuable for anyone trying to understand the life of a particular president should come to the place that produced that human being, where his memory is part of the story of that place.“
Stirring words, except Reagan’s location is an accident of real estate after Stanford, where he had no ties, turned him down. Nixon crawled back to Yorba Linda after numerous rejections elsewhere, and Bush Sr is in College Station for ideological congruity, not any local ties.
The great tradition is coming to its logical end at the FDR Library, where the seventy-five year old structure’s roof leaks, the wiring is shot, and damp threatens the Roosevelt papers. A $17 million fix is requested.
Just why this collection of randomly sited mini-archives must be maintained and expanded into perpetuity even as they are pilfered from within is unclear.
Hope Lives   
So far the Yorba Linda fires appear to be west of the Nixon Birthplace, Grave, Wedding Chapel and Museum, but watch the skies! 
Excitable locals are monitoring the situation.
Spot The Uninvited Guest!
  The Nixon Legacy lives on, in the form of the desperate schemes his presidential library was forced to undertake before they collapsed into the arms of the National Archives.
Now the Archives runs a lot of the place, but the Nixon Library & Birthplace Foundation still controls some of the buildings and grounds.
The centerpiece of their tiny realm is a “recreation” of the White House East Room, 
  if the East Room had monster skylights.
In the words of Nixon daughter Julie Eisenhower, “It’s more beautiful than I expected“.
Wedding guests do the usual classy wedding things…
Plaster the bride with bills 
Wear unfortunate shoes 
Pose with available machinery 
Bring mystery guests to the table 
 & pose by the Nixon grave! 
The Voice From Beyond 
America’s most prolific dead presidential offspring/author has struck again. Margaret Truman, Harry’s daughter, has checked in again with yet another Washington “mystery.” Murder Inside The Beltway is perhaps the most insipidly titled of her, shall we say uninspired crap novels.
Miss Truman “authored” a string of ’em before her January death. She’s entombed with her parents and husband at the Truman Library.
….The Howling Silence Here   
 Versus The Michigan Traffic Jams.
