from when I was 12 to 20, ending in 1988. Real miracles happened on ice, USSR was close to teetering, the beer was cold and the girls were young.
And you went to sleep at night knowing you had a real man for president.
God, yes, Amen!
If only Reagan had chosen Paul Laxalt instead of GHWB for VP. Now we’re stuck with the mess the Bushes have made all over the place (and make no mistake, Senior gave us Bubba and Dubya gave us Zero).