Eyewitness to history: A report from Dame Thatcher's funeral

Outside the entrance to Saint Clement Danes Church in London, England, hundreds of us gathered and quietly waited for the hearse carrying Margaret Thatcher's flag-draped coffin.  We greeted its arrival with the sort of unbidden, hushed applause that sometimes arises at transcendent moments. The coffin was removed from the hearse, carried through the church to the other side, and placed on a caisson.  Meanwhile, I walked to Fleet Street where I knew the funeral procession would pass.  Onlookers packed both sidewalks. Church bells rang into the silence. The procession began.  A military band, with its mournful music, and soldiers led followed by six gleaming black horses drawing the caisson up Fleet Street toward Saint Paul's Cathedral where the funeral service would take place.  Another black horse, saddled but riderless, walked alongside. Margaret Thatcher, a grocer's daughter from Grantham, had rescued Great...(Read Full Post)