It’s horrible but true. Two days ago I was 80 years old. That’s OLD and the next step is eternity. I will write more about this in the near future but for now, just a few thoughts:
First, I am grateful beyond words to be married to my wifey, Alexandra Denman. We have been together since 1968 as man and wife. We’ve had quarrels but the end result is that we are together. She is a saint of forgiveness, kindness, beauty, intelligence, and love of country.
From the first moment I laid eyes on her on July 4, 1966, I knew she was the one and only girl for me.
I have been blessed beyond words to have had many girlfriends. But my wife is superhuman in terms of saintly qualities. There is no one like her on the earth.
Second, I am blessed beyond words to have been born in America. So were my parents and grandparents. My wife’s ancestors were American war heroes going back to the Revolution. My wife’s father, Col. Dale Denman Jr., fought against the Nazis in World War II sufficient to be awarded the Silver Star. In Vietnam, he did more.
His brother, Bob Denman, both of them from Arkansas, fought like a banshee against the Chicoms in the horrendous battle of the Chosin Reservoir. His courage was literally indomitable. Don’t ever tell me anything bad about Southerners, Neil Young. They are my heroes.
God has been wildly good to me in many, many regards. One of them was to allow me to work alongside John R. Coyne Jr. and Aram Bakshian Jr. in the White House, led by the Ultimate Peacemaker, Richard M. Nixon.
I have also been deeply privileged to be a friend of Julie Nixon Eisenhower, as fine a human as there has ever been.
I’ll write more about all of this very soon.
LOVE, BEN
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