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The Home Forum My dinner with Reagan

Prepping for a speech to a full ballroom, he acknowledged his nervousness.

It was the early 1950s. We were living in a delightful village outside Cincinnati. My husband, Gene, had joined the General Electric Company, and in this particular facility, they were making engines for the planes belonging to the US Air Force.

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