Jim Geraghty of National Review and Greg Corombos of Radio America welcome former Defense Secretary Gen. James Mattis making an urgent plea to end political tribalism because a unified America is a stronger America. They’re also sad to learn that health problems are forcing the retirement of Georgia GOP Sen. Johnny Isakson and they’re also […]
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I would never have imagined that I would be married so many years. In fact, when I first met my husband-to-be, I told him that I didn’t know if I would ever get married. It just seemed like such a traumatic, demanding step; besides, who would have me?
We got married in 1974, so this is the 45th year that we’ve been riding on his motorcycle together. We started this tradition of riding on New Year’s Day the first year (1975) we spent New Year’s together. We rode down to the ocean in San Diego. There have been several different motorcycles, and we’ve lived in four different states. Back then, he was in the Navy, and we were still reveling in a winter with no snow, and no below-zero temperatures. The last few years, we’ve been making a record of our ride. As long as we can still both get on and ride this bike, we’ll keep taking these photos. Today, in the Mojave Desert, at noon, it was still only 44 degrees, though. So, I think I prefer San Diego.
