On Losing Nancy Reagan and finding the Reagan mystique!

I voted for Ronald Reagan, by faith. Faith that his influence would have some pull on the country away from abortion. That was my only connection. I was a cynic, but a believer in Christ who felt it my moral and civic responsibility to vote against abortion. It wasn't easy, but it seemed clear. I could never stomach the "white bread" movies that he was in. They seemed all against everything that I felt true and right, except on that one issue, abortion, we could touch and I could vote for him. Confession is good for the soul and I was and remain a "Reagan Republican". I still believe that he did what he could to stem the tide in that season.
 As a man,  I wasn't impressed at all, until...Last week I grew to stomach a little more of the Santa Fe Trail.   I knew he played Custer and I never could see him from behind the beauty and hypnotic ability of Errol Flynn.   This time, Errol paled in the background and I actually saw the mystical quality of that Reagan image that they captured in that movie.   How they each handled the enchantment of an Olivia DeHaviland was what interested me.   I loved what Reagan's face and eyes said that words couldn't say.
 The camera captured the beauty of chivalry that is long and lost to the American Way, which is at all costs grab and take what you want and grow to covet more.  Reagan's eyes said, I will keep this privilege of standing this close to you in my heart, as long as I live.   That is more beautiful than flowery words.  When Nancy died and they showed the photos of his real life love, it confirmed that beauty in my spirit. His eyes said that to her, in every photo.  She felt it and the world is a better place for having seen that kind of love, in real life. Don't miss reading about that love story! Barbara Stanwyck said in one of her movies to Fred Macmurray and it bears repeating, "with men like that in the world, there would be no bad girls left!"

5 hours there and 5 hours back, Home again home again jiggety jig!

Where is my baby? we are here on campus and I try to text and the campus has hoops to jump before you can connect. Oh my how long how long? 10 minutes seems an awful lot longer in cyber time than it used to. Ez and I kept trying to hack into an unhackable internet at the college, while dad uses his very able legs to do the same thing. Get to my baby. Finally 10 whole minutes later, I see her. The longest ten minutes in cybertime is waiting for my baby to come down from her room. I guess that I thought she would be at the door. She wasn't and I kissed her until we headed home...