Back to the normal format today, but plenty of good Friday fodder awaits. Today, Jim and Greg are happy to see better-than-expected numbers in the October jobs report. They shred Elizabeth Warren’s ludicrous plan to pay for government-run health care, explaining why it’s a fiscal pipe dream and a health policy nightmare for everyone. And […]
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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.
