A pleasant memory

Yesterday’s column reminds me of my Air Force One experience. We were told to line up just so and under no conditions were we to take pictures. Probably five to life at Guantanamo if you dared.

Screw that, says I. I own a part of this plane – I paid for it. Or, as its last custodian once famously remarked when some leftie tried to cut him off at a meeting he had funded – “Mr. Chairman, I paid for this microphone!”

Aboard Reagan’s Air Force One

A moment’s clandestine work with my point-and-shoot digital – near silent and unobtrusive if the flash is off – is all it took. The guard securing this national treasure and repository of military secrets – in reality a 40 year old Boeing 707 which you couldn’t give away for scrap – was but two feet away.

You can enjoy the same experience by making your way to the Reagan Presidential Library in Simi Valley, just north of west Los Angeles, and while you’re there, you can learn about the last great leader our nation enjoyed.

The line waiting to get in: