142: IN THE FATUOUS FOOTSTEPS OF FORTY-FIVE

For some strange reason, my photographer didn’t set his alarm clock for the morning of Friday May 21, 2021. And because of that, Tom got an extra nine minutes of sleep before we headed out on our final day in Washington D.C. While we had targeted sites on the outskirts of our nation’s capital on Thursday, our second day’s agenda was filled with historic and Presidential sites within walking distance of the White House. There was one site, however, that I had been pining to see since my first visit to Washington in 2014 and unfortunately it wasn’t within walking distance of the Executive Mansion. That place was the elusive Walter Reed Army Medical Center where President Dwight Eisenhower died. But for some reason, I didn’t have a warm and fuzzy feeling that Tom and Bob would take me there that day either. In my mind, I was certain something else would come up, perhaps an unexpected site, that would give my companions an excuse to keep from driving eight miles out to the historic hospital.

A little over ten minutes after we left the hotel, Mongo parked the Rogue along the street in West Potomac Park where the three of us made the short walk to our first site of the day – the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. The beautiful and impressive national memorial to the slain Civil Rights leader opened in August 2011; three months later, the memorial was officially dedicated by President Barack Obama. Tom carried me up to the 30-foot tall granite relief of Dr. King, called the ‘Stone of Hope’, and placed me on the spot close to where Obama played ‘tour guide’ to Shri Narendra Modi, Prime Minister of India, in 2014. The creativity and symbolism that went into the memorial’s design was second-to-none; it featured the ‘Stone of Hope’ standing past two pieces of granite known as the ‘Mountain of Despair’; phrases that were taken from an excerpt from Dr. King’s 1963 I Have A Dream speech: “Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope”.

The Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial is arguably the most impressive memorial in Washington; although in my opinion, it’s second-best to the Lincoln Memorial and comparable with Jefferson’s. Even though it was eight o’clock in the morning, I was surprised that there was hardly anyone else in the area; even with the pure blue sky and tolerable temperature. But I wasn’t going to complain by the lack of visitors. We had the memorial to ourselves and that made for some spectacular images; plus, I didn’t have to be concerned about getting stepped on.

It was a privilege for me to stand alongside the 30-foot tall Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. The ‘Stone of Hope’ had emerged from the ‘Mountain of Despair’.
President Barack Obama stood silent with his thoughts at the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial on a cool October night in 2011.
It was a tremendous honor to stand in the shadow of such a great leader for peaceful change in our nation. It was also cool to stand on the spot where President Obama once walked.
On September 30, 2014, President Barack Obama and India Prime Minister Shri Narendra Modi admired the King Memorial.
Out of a mountain of despair, a stone of hope – as well as in the footsteps of the Presidents.
Acting Interior Secretary David Bernhardt escorted President Donald Trump and Vice President Mike Pence to the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial on January 21, 2019.
“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” – Martin Luther King, Jr., August 28, 1963.

What an amazing way to start the day – there’s nothing better than to hope for peaceful unity throughout our nation and no one symbolized that dream more than Martin Luther King, Jr. – with the exception of perhaps Abraham Lincoln. And both leaders paid for that belief with their lives. Without a cloud in the bright blue sky and with no other visitors in sight, the only thing I could’ve hoped for was a surprise early-morning visit to the memorial by President Joe Biden himself. Hey – I can have a dream, too!

With me in tow, my companions hustled back to our vehicle and relocated the Rogue further south towards the Jefferson Memorial; which was our next stop. My friends have always done their best to minimize their steps whenever possible, especially when the temperature begins to rise – and that morning was no exception. Once we made the shortened hike to the monument that honored our third President, our hearts quickly sank. The Jefferson Memorial was in the process of renovations that included roof repair and the cleansing of the exterior with a laser process intended to remove the biofilm that made the memorial appear filthy. That ongoing work meant one thing – unsightly scaffolding enveloped the entire memorial. At first I was disappointed, but then I remembered how dirty the monument looked in 2019 and I realized the cleansing was for the best. Two good things came out of the process as well – the interior was still open and the renovations kept the crowds to a minimum; in other words, the three of us had the interior of the Jefferson Memorial virtually to ourselves. It was like a self-guided tour, only better.

Once Tom lugged me up the white marble steps and through the small maze of scaffold, I once again stood in front of the 19-foot tall bronze statue of Thomas Jefferson. And due to the fact that we were alone, Mongo insisted that I would look prestigious standing alongside Jefferson’s feet for a series of photographs. And he was right – it was an incredible feeling to stand tall with the most famous full-body sculpture of Thomas Jefferson in our country. While I stood in silent tribute next to Jefferson’s right boot, I couldn’t help but think of his most famous words – words that have stood the test of time for nearly 245 years: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” I couldn’t imagine George W. Bush saying something like that, at least without butchering half the words and most of the meaning. But then again, Thomas Jefferson was the most brilliant mind to ever reside in the White House; unless, of course, President Donald J. Trump was asked. Trump would simply say: “Covfefe” – which was a word he invented and only his brilliant mind could decipher.

At first it was difficult to recognize this memorial due to the scaffolding, but the bronze statue of Thomas Jefferson inside revealed its true identity.
For a moment, I had to try and pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. I couldn’t believe that I was standing on the statue of Thomas Jefferson inside the Jefferson Memorial.
President Obama was photographed visiting the Jefferson Memorial on September 27, 2009 with his daughter Sasha and wife Michelle.
While it’s true I’ve always looked up to Thomas Jefferson, there was even a better reason to do so that morning.
Over three million people visit the Jefferson Memorial each year, but none of those folks will ever get the same view I had.
The interior of the Jefferson Memorial featured four panels that were inscribed with some of Thomas Jefferson’s greatest written words. Behind me, etched into the southwest wall, were excerpts from the Declaration of Independence – Jefferson’s most famous work.
It was obvious, at least to me, that the exterior of the memorial wasn’t the only area that needed a good cleaning.
In this 2019 image of the Jefferson Memorial captured by my photographer, it’s easy to see the test site on the memorial’s dome. That area was cleaned by a laser that didn’t touch the marble surface; it only removed the microbial colony of algae, fungi, and bacteria.

During the first hour of our sightseeing day, the three of us had visited two of the most well-known memorials in Washington. But our next stop, which would take us closer to the White House, would be to perhaps the least-known and least-appreciated memorial in our nation’s capital. Due to the distance, the rising heat, and the time factor, my companions insisted on driving to the Memorial to the 56 Signers of the Declaration of Independence rather than walk around the Tidal Basin to where that memorial was located.

It took less than ten minutes for Mongo to find a parking spot along Constitution Avenue near The Ellipse, but once we got there, my friends were suddenly shocked beyond words. Just as my photographer was about to slide his credit card into the parking meter, a taxi driver in the street shouted from his car and said that parking was free. Since the nearby signage wasn’t clear, plus the fact that my companions got a parking ticket the last time the three of us were in Washington, they were gun-shy; even though Tom’s co-worker, who had been to D.C. three weeks earlier, had told him about the free parking. Mongo was elated: “This is unbelievable – free parking in Washington on a Friday; that has to be a first. Chalk-up something else to be thankful to the coronavirus for – not only is there hardly any people here to get in our way, we’ll save a lot of time and money by not having to move the car every few hours and pump more cash into the meter.” With smiles on their faces and more cash in their wallets, the three of us set out on the short walk to Constitution Gardens and the Memorial to the 56 Signers of the Declaration of Independence.

The return to that memorial was a 30-year reunion for my photographer and Mongo. The first and only time they had visited the memorial to the 56 signatories, which was located on a small island in the middle of Constitution Gardens Pond, was during their 17-day Declaration of Independence Tour in 1991. As they walked across the small wooden bridge and onto the island, I could instantly tell that my friends felt 30 years younger. The memorial was dedicated in 1984 and consisted of 56 stone blocks, each with a facsimile of the signer’s actual signature, his occupation, and his hometown. Even though each of those 56 brave patriots deserved to be honored, my photographer concentrated on the two who went on to become President of the United States – Thomas Jefferson and John Adams.

Although the Memorial to the 56 Signers of the Declaration of Independence wasn’t mind-blowing spectacular, I thought it was still great that our nation recognized those brave patriots for their accomplishments in 1776.
I was “star-struck” as I stood on the block dedicated to John Adams – who was one of the most-famous of all the Signers. Behind me, I saw the name John Hancock and to my right I saw another familiar name – Samuel Adams.
It was an honor for me to stand on the granite block dedicated to Thomas Jefferson; even though my photographer was forced to place a small twig beneath the front of my base to keep me from tumbling off the monument.

Our stay on the Constitution Gardens island was long enough for the three of us to pay tribute to the 56 Signers of the Declaration of Independence before we walked back towards the White House. On our route to the President’s mansion, we stopped at the 52-acre park called ‘The Ellipse’ for two reasons: Bob knew that Klaatu’s spaceship from the movie ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’ had landed on The Ellipse and Tom wanted to find the spot where President Donald Trump conducted his “now famous” January 6th ‘Save America’ rally four months earlier. During our search for the precise spot where Trump had “inspired” his supporters, my photographer and Mongo ran into some unexpected difficulty – mostly from misinformation from the police who patrolled the south side of the large oval-shaped park. But when Tom used photographic evidence to match up the location; and Bob reaffirmed the area with a cop on the north end of The Ellipse, we were confident when my camera guy placed me on the ground with the White House in the background. I was on, or close to, the site of the ‘Save America’ platform used by President Trump in his final two weeks as Commander in Chief. During the few minutes I stood there posing for a couple of images, it wasn’t a proud moment for me. Not at all. As a matter of fact, all I could do was shake my head – but then again, I’m a bobble head and that’s what we do. The fact remained, however, it was one of the darkest moments in recent American history and no patriotic American should support what had transpired during and after Trump’s speech. But it wasn’t just the President who spoke from that platform on January 6th. His sons, Donald Jr. and Eric, and Eric’s wife Lara Trump, had delivered speeches there as well. And perhaps the most pathetic speaker of all was Rudi Giulliani; who has, in my resin-filled mind, gone from hero to zero in the last twenty years.

During our hike across The Ellipse, Bob pointed-out the area where Klaatu’s spaceship had landed in the movie ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’.
Due to the ongoing construction along E Street, unsightly barricades prevented us from getting a good look at the South portico of the White House.
President Donald Trump was the key speaker during the ‘Save America’ rally that took place on January 6, 2021. Thousands of Trump supporters were on hand, and many of them marched to the Capitol following the President’s address.
Although I love standing in the footsteps of the Presidents, it was not an honor for me to stand in that spot on The Ellipse. While that rally was called “Save America”, it nearly destroyed her – and no patriotic American should ever be proud of that.

I’ve said time and again: “I am a non-partisan bobble head” – it matters not whether a President was a Democrat, Republican, Federalist, Whig, Democratic-Republican, National Union; or in George Washington’s situation, Independent. I do my best to pay tribute and honor all of the U.S. Presidents – no matter what scandals or personal ambitions they may have been involved in or accused of. To me, it’s all part of Presidential history – and that’s the focal point of my entire quest. I stood silently at the site of the ‘Save America’ rally; alone with my thoughts of that January day. Even though I had been there for only a few minutes, it seemed like an eternity – it became the day the Earth stood still; at least in my mind. And maybe, just maybe, that was due to the residuals from Klaatu’s spaceship that had landed close by in 1951.

Thankfully we finished our photoshoot on The Ellipse and we set out on foot to the north side of the White House where the three of us had hoped we’d get a better look at the President’s home. I had to admit, that ten-minute hike along 15th Street brought back a lot of fond memories from 2019 – especially when we went past the gate where we entered the White House grounds for our tour, as well as the spot from where we stood to watch President Trump’s motorcade pass by. But when we arrived in front of the North Portico of the White House, the three of us were once again very disappointed. Tourists were no longer allowed to get close to the tall iron fence that surrounded the grounds; we were forced to stand on the north side of Pennsylvania Avenue. At one point I heard my photographer verbalize his disgust to anyone within earshot: “The White House is supposed to be the People’s House; but we keep getting pushed further and further away – before long, we won’t be allowed to even see it. It’s unfortunate that it seems we’re getting closer by the minute to becoming a Communist nation.” I had wanted to pose for a few images with the White House in the background; mainly because it was my first opportunity to see the Executive Mansion since Joe Biden took office. While my photographer did his best to capture images of me with the historic house, it wasn’t like the days when he held me through the bars of the fence and over the White House lawn for our photos. If we had done that now, we’d likely get shot or taken away in handcuffs.

I was forced to pose in front of the White House from a position across Pennsylvania Avenue, which was a shame. With that said, it was still cool to see the White House for the first time during President Biden’s administration.
Joe Biden heads in the direction of reporters on the parade route, after he was sworn in as 46th President of the United States on January 20, 2021 in Washington, DC. (Photo by Salwan Georges/The Washington Post)
During our walk through Lafayette Square towards St. John’s Episcopal Church, my photographer captured this image of the Andrew Jackson equestrian statue. On June 22, 2020, “so-called” protestors tried to tear down the Jackson statue and Lafayette Square was closed to the public. The park reopened on May 10, 2021, just eleven days before our arrival.
I’m a very patriotic American bobble head, but there’s no way the events in Lafayette Square on June 22, 2020 could ever be called “rightful protests”. Americans have a Constitutional right to protest peacefully, but what happened in this image was nothing less than a riot.

During our time in front of the White House, or should I say across the street from the White House, I was surprised to see only one person protesting near Lafayette Square. The lone protestor looked like an old guy from the 1960s (like my photographer) and his beef seemed to be with taxes. I thought for sure I’d see a group of people with red hats who believed the current President shouldn’t be living in the White House. Perhaps all of those folks were still laying low after the festivities at The Capitol four months earlier.

As we strolled through Lafayette Square, I was happy to see the equestrian statue of President Andrew Jackson was still intact. I knew the statue, which had been erected in 1853 and was the first bronze statue cast in the United States, came under attack on June 22, 2020. On that day, rioters did their best to tear down Jackson’s bronze image. However, their failed attempt caused authorities to close the park to the public. Lafayette Square had been closed since that terrible day and had just re-opened eleven days prior to our arrival, which made our trek to St. John’s Episcopal Church a bit shorter and more scenic.

“The Church of the Presidents”, which is the nickname of St. John’s Episcopal Church, was built in 1816; which was the year President James Madison selected pew 28 for his private use. Every President since Madison had been an occasional attendee at St. John’s; but none had been a more frequent visitor than Abraham Lincoln during the Civil War. It was discovered that Lincoln habitually joined evening prayer throughout the war and he would sit in an inconspicuous pew in the rear of the church. While it would’ve been a dream-come-true for me to get inside the closed historic church and pose in the President’s pew, the main reason for our visit was for me to stand in the footsteps of President Donald Trump.

After a few minutes of searching for the exact spot, Tom carried me to the boarded-up Ashburton House, which was located behind the church, and placed me exactly where Trump had stood on June 1, 2020. During the height of the George Floyd protests in Lafayette Square, the Trump administration ordered all of the “peaceful protestors” to be forcibly removed so that he could walk to the historic church for a photo-op. When the President arrived at the area of the Ashburton House, where a small fire (that was started by arsonists) had burned the building’s nursery the night before, Donald Trump stood defiantly in front of the noticeboard and held a Bible in his hand for the entire nation, and world, to see. That particular Bible had been carried from the White House to the church by his daughter Ivanka. As I stood in Trump’s footsteps, it was as though I could hear him talking with the “fake news” media who covered the stunt: “We have a great country. Greatest country in the world. We will make it even greater. We will make it even greater and it won’t take long. It’s not going to take long. You see what’s going on. It’s coming back, it’s coming back strong. It’ll be greater than ever before.” I had to laugh to myself when it dawned on me that Donald Trump’s longest sentence during that unrehearsed segment was exactly eleven words in length. I wondered if Trump had graduated from the George W. Bush School of Linguistics.

But then it happened, just after I scoffed at President Trump’s vocabulary outside of St. John’s, my ponytail mysteriously fell off and landed on the cement sidewalk next to my base. It was the first time I had lost my hair since my queue dropped off at Benjamin Harrison’s grave on July 6, 2014. I became instantly concerned; does Gorilla Glue become weak after seven years? I had hoped not; after all, half of my body was held together by that glue.

I was honored to stand in front of St. John’s Episcopal Church in Washington D.C. Known as the “Church of the Presidents”, every sitting President has attended the church at least once since it was built in 1816, starting with James Madison.
With the exception of Richard Nixon, every President since FDR has attended spiritual services at St. John’s on Inauguration Day.
When Tom carried me to the back of St. John’s Church to the front of the Ashburton House, we found the precise spot where President Trump carried out his photo-op on June 1, 2020.
It was cool to stand where a President once stood, even though I wasn’t holding the Bible. Instead, I had a copy of the Declaration of Independence in one hand and a quill pen in the other – a both of those were made of resin.
President Donald Trump was photographed holding a copy of the Bible in front of Ashburton House at St. John’s Episcopal Church on June 1, 2020.
Throughout his four-year term, President Donald Trump did it, as Elvis would say, “My Way”. When Trump stood on this spot, the event became one of the most controversial stunts of his Presidency – at least until January 6, 2021.
President Donald Trump held a Bible in front of Ashburton House at St. John’s Church in Washington on June 1, 2020. While his entire photo-op lasted roughly five minutes, it will be remembered forever.

For nearly three years, President Donald Trump’s leadership had the country in seemingly great shape; especially financially. But that’s what he’s known for – the guy’s a businessman. However, the untimely and controversial coronavirus pandemic started his downward spiral and his handling of the civil unrest throughout the nation sealed the deal. Most people can lead when everything is going well. I’ve always believed that a true leader is measured by how he or she leads during a crisis; and throughout 2020, there was room for improvement. I had stood at two Donald Trump sites in the past 40 minutes, and neither were proud moments for me. But those two snapshots in time don’t define who President Trump was, at least not in my eyes. I see him as the President who was in office when I stood at the doorway to the Oval Office in 2019 and saw the Resolute Desk with my own eyes. Yes, sometimes it is all about me!

When we left St. John’s Church and headed to our next Presidential site, I thought to myself: “After seeing a couple of places that were controversial for the President, I welcome a place where something positive happened to the Commander in Chief.” Little did I know, at least when we began our nearly one-mile hike, that our destination was Ford’s Theater, which also didn’t have a positive outcome for a President. In my mind, we were on a roll! Once my photographer and Bob had completed their ten-block walk to the theater in the extreme heat, they needed to sit down, rehydrate, and get some nourishment. In their minds, Ford’s could wait; even though they never asked my opinion. It was noon, Tom and Bob were exhausted, and there wasn’t a better place to recuperate than the Hard Rock Café located next door to historic Ford’s Theater.

When Tom carried me through the doors of the Hard Rock Cafe, I nearly fell out of my camera case when I saw Paul, the host, proudly wearing a KISS shirt. But it got even better; when my photographer said he’d rather have a table than a booth, Paul said: “We’re next door to Ford’s Theater – we’re not allowed to have a booth here.” I couldn’t stop laughing to myself; I immediately knew that Paul was my kind of guy! Once my companions had eaten their burgers and chugged a pitcher of ice water, they took turns walking around the restaurant to see the rock and roll artifacts that were on display. While I’m a fan of rock music and I saw a couple of displays dedicated to artists that I admire, including Buddy Holly and Elton John, it was the saxophone used by President Bill Clinton that caught my attention. In my mind, there was no way I would ever see a Presidential artifact at a Hard Rock Café; but there it was, hanging on an upper level wall, and I couldn’t pose next to that sax fast enough.

Our Hard Rock host Paul was ready to Rock and Roll All Nite when he posed with me. I wanted to Shout It Out Loud: “I’ve got Nothin’ To Lose” when I joined Paul near the bar.
One of Tom’s favorite rock and roll artists of all-time is Elton John and my photographer didn’t hesitate to capture an image of the stage-worn outfit used by the “piano pounding madman” of the 70s.
In this photo, Elton John posed with some of his stage outfits, including the one I saw at the Hard Rock Café.
Elton was photographed wearing the same outfit during a show in the 1970s.
As a huge fan of Buddy Holly and the Crickets, I found this piece interesting. My photographer, on the other hand, wasn’t convinced that three of the signatures were authentic.
President Bill Clinton played this saxophone at one of his inaugural balls in 1993. The sax was signed by some of the attendees, including Michael Jackson and Mick Fleetwood.
President Bill Clinton was photographed as he “rocked out” on his saxophone in 1993. That same sax was on display at the Hard Rock Café.

With my companions rehydrated and well-fed, the three of us left a place that had no booths to a place that once had one – Ford’s Theater. But when we arrived at the historic theater, which was next door, we couldn’t get inside. Due to COVID protocol, only people with pre-registered tickets were allowed into the theater; and unfortunately, we weren’t among them. Tom and Bob stopped and talked with NPS Ranger Steve Miller who stood at the doorway to Ford’s, but when my photographer asked Steve if he “flew like an eagle”, that ended any chance of Miller sneaking us inside. That’s right, he was no Joker; but when Steve learned that we had followed the John Wilkes Booth escape route just two days earlier, he offered an alternative option for the three of us. Steve mentioned that we could visit the alley, known as Baptist Alley located behind Ford’s Theater, which was where Booth had made his grand exit after shooting Lincoln on April 14, 1865.

Before we headed for the rear of Ford’s Theater, however, Tom and Bob wanted to capture a few exterior images of the historic theater and the Peterson Boarding House since both were void of people congregated out front. This was my third visit to both historic sites and it was the first where I didn’t see anyone standing outside of Ford’s Theater. There was no way my photographer wasn’t going to take advantage of that. For 15 minutes, I posed for photos outside of Ford’s Theater and across the street at the Peterson House. That boarding house, which had been converted into a museum and was closed due to the darn virus, was where President Lincoln was carried after he was shot inside the theater and where he died roughly nine hours later.

Historic Ford’s Theater was where President Abraham Lincoln, his wife and First Lady Mary Todd Lincoln, Major Henry Rathbone, and his fiancée Miss Clara Harris, arrived on the evening of April 14, 1865 to watch the stage presentation of ‘Our American Cousin’.
When the Presidential party arrived at Ford’s Theater around 8:30pm, they entered the lobby through the main entrance located to the right of the sign.
After going in and out of the lobby several times during the evening, Booth re-entered the theater at 10:10pm and headed for the Presidential box. Five minutes later, John Wilkes Booth gave his final performance at Ford’s Theater.
Following Lincoln’s assassination, the fatally wounded and unconscious President was carried through the doorway to my left and across 10th Street to the Peterson House.
The President was carried up the curved steps that I’m standing on and down a narrow hallway to a first-floor bedroom where he was placed diagonally in a bed.
At 7:22am on April 15, 1865, which was about nine hours after he was carried up these very steps, Abraham Lincoln died from his gunshot wound.
Before we made our way to Baptist Alley, I posed for a final image with the Peterson House.

Baptist Alley was located along F Street about halfway between 9th and 10th Streets. When the three of us arrived to that alleyway, my photographer and Bob seemed confused as they didn’t see the back of the theater. But once we walked to the end of that section of the alley, we saw the back of Ford’s Theater at the very end of an alley to the right. The three of us paused for a moment and gazed at the rear of Ford’s Theater. Two days earlier, we had retraced in reverse the entire escape route of Presidential assassin John Wilkes Booth. Finally we had made it to the doorway where Booth’s escape had begun; just a minute or so after he shot President Lincoln in the back of the head. As I posed at the rear of Ford’s Theater, I could see in my mind’s eye Booth exit the stage door and snatch the reigns of his horse out of the hands of Joseph “Peanuts” Burroughs (Ford’s Theater stage doorkeeper). After the actor knocked Burroughs down with the butt end of his knife, Booth rode swiftly out of the alley, onto F Street, and headed east around the Capitol where he continued his escape over the Navy Yard Bridge.

I’m standing at the F Street entrance to Baptist Alley. On the night of April 14, 1865, John Wilkes Booth rode towards the camera on his escape route out of Washington.
From my position in the alley behind Ford’s Theater, I saw the stage door to the right of the dumpsters where John Wilkes Booth made his daring escape after shooting Lincoln.
This published drawing showed John Wilkes Booth as he fled on his horse from Ford’s Theater. Joseph “Peanuts” Burroughs is standing by the door and Major Joseph B. Stewart, a 6′ – 6″ lawyer who was sitting in the front row, chased after the assassin on foot.
It was as though I could see John Wilkes Booth burst out of the door between the wooden bench and the dumpsters; the assassin mounted his horse and rode swiftly out of Baptist Alley where he remained on the lam for 12 days and nights.

By listening to Tom and Bob talk in the alley behind Ford’s Theater, there seemed to be a sense of accomplishment – we saw where John Wilkes Booth began his escape and two days earlier, we retraced the route that the assassin had travelled, including where his 12-day flight from the law had ended in Port Royal, Virginia. The next time we’re in Washington, I’d like to see my companions somehow find their way into the Presidential box and maybe even get backstage. That would be the icing on the cake, at least in my eyes.

During our walk through Baptist Alley and out to F Street, I heard my photographer tell Mongo that he’s like to return to the car and head out to Walter Reed Hospital. Bob was “all in” as Walter Reed was the hospital where Klaatu had been taken when he was shot the first time in the movie ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’. For my photographer, however, that historic hospital was where 34th President Dwight Eisenhower had died on March 28, 1969. Whether it was for Ike or Klaatu, we were headed to Walter Reed; and I was anxious to get there.

There were a few times during our 1.3-mile hike back to the Rogue when the three of us stopped; some were for photos and others were to rest. The first time we paused was when we crossed Pennsylvania Avenue at 10th Street. When Tom noticed there was absolutely no traffic, he decided to set me in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue and photograph me where numerous Presidents had walked on Inauguration Day. As I stood towards the center of the eight-lane Pennsylvania Avenue, I thought of Jimmy Carter who was the first President to walk from The Capitol to the White House on Inauguration Day January 20, 1977. At that moment, I chuckled and said to myself: “Carter’s 96 years old and he could still walk from The Capitol to the White House today. It might take him a bit longer than it did in ’77, but he would still get there faster than Trump or Biden.”

I’m standing in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue, near the spot where Donald and Melania Trump had walked on Inauguration Day 2017.
President Donald Trump and First Lady Melania Trump kept with tradition and walked a portion of the parade route on Inauguration Day January 20, 2017. During most of the parade, however, the President and First Lady travelled in the armored limousine because of potential security threats.
Due to the “never-ending” pandemic, we couldn’t enter the National Archives Museum to see the Declaration of Independence, U.S. Constitution, or the Bill of Rights. Since this was where Tom and Bob’s admiration for the Signers began in 1976, I was thrilled to pose for a photo.

That marked the second time I had stood on a major street in Washington. In 2014, Tom set me down in the middle of Constitution Avenue on the site of the Baltimore and Potomac Railroad Station where James Garfield was shot in 1881. During that photo-op, I came close to getting run over. When I posed for those few minutes on Pennsylvania Avenue, however, I was shocked by the lack of vehicular traffic on a Friday afternoon; it seemed as though I could’ve stood there for a while before getting hit.

After a brief respite on the steps of the National Archives Museum, which was closed due to COVID restrictions, my photographer and Mongo made the long journey back to The Ellipse where the Rogue was parked. I had to admit, it seemed to take a long time for them to complete the nearly one-mile walk from the Archives to the car. But in reality, 45 minutes wasn’t terribly bad since my travel mates were forced to sit in the shade a few times to cool down.

Back inside the car, which was hot from sitting in the direct sunlight all day, Bob headed for the original Walter Reed Army Medical Center that was roughly eight miles to the north. Our route took us past Jose Cunningham’s house on 16th Street, which made Mongo smile. However, the afternoon traffic and road construction quickly removed that smile from the big guy’s face. It could’ve gotten even worse when we arrived near our destination, but Bob got lucky and found an easy-access parking spot along Georgia Avenue that wasn’t too far from the Walter Reed complex. As we approached the entrance to the complex on foot, however, my companions weren’t too sure that our luck hadn’t run out. It appeared that heavy construction was in progress and it looked as though pedestrians might not be allowed to access that entire area. With their ” it’s better to beg for forgiveness rather than ask for permission” attitude, the three of us walked onto the property, past the construction zone, and on to our final destination – Walter Reed Army Medical Center “Building 1”.

Although Walter Reed had closed and was relocated in 2011 when it merged with the Bethesda Naval Hospital, the buildings were in the process of being redeveloped into commercial and residential spaces known as ‘Parks at Walter Reed’. When we finished the 300-yard walk to the front of the main building, I thought the former hospital looked immaculate; although the ornate fountain in front was dry and appeared weathered. It seemed unreal in my mind to stand in front of that building as I’ve dreamt of visiting there for the past seven years. Walter Reed Army Medical Center wasn’t just another famous hospital that my companions wanted to photograph. It was in fact the site where President Dwight D. Eisenhower had died on March 28, 1969 from congestive heart failure at the age of 78. And nearly two decades earlier, it was the fictitious site where Klaatu was taken after soldiers shot him shortly after the alien’s spaceship landed on The Ellipse in the 1951 movie “The Day the Earth Stood Still”. As Tom placed me in several locations on and near the building, there was no way to know for sure where Ike’s room was located when the former President passed away. As far as Klaatu’s hospital room from the movie, that was likely filmed in a Hollywood studio.

During my first two trips to Washington, there were plans for me to visit Walter Reed Army Medical Center. But for one reason or another, we never made it. Friday May 21, 2021 was the day I was finally able to see the hospital where President Eisenhower had died.
As I stood close to the front entrance of the hospital, I thought about the nine months that Eisenhower was hospitalized there for heart issues before his death. On March 28, 1969, Ike uttered his last words: “I want to go; God take me.”
In 1960, Vice President Richard Nixon was inside this hospital where he was treated for staph infection. It seemed ironic that 14 years later, Nixon would contract “staff infection” in the White House. It was an “infection” that forced him to resign.
While I stood at the front entrance to ‘Building 1’, I wondered how many Presidents had walked through the doors behind me. I wanted to believe that President Lyndon Johnson did when he visited Eisenhower on June 11, 1968.
President Lyndon Johnson was photographed as he visited Dwight Eisenhower on June 11, 1968 in Walter Reed Army Medical Center.
At Walter Reed Army Medical Center, I stood and paid tribute to Dwight D. Eisenhower, as well as his wife and First Lady Mamie Eisenhower, who both died within the walls of that hospital. And for a brief moment, I also thought about Klaatu; the alien who used his extraterrestrial salve to heal the bullet wound in his left arm.
In the 1951 movie ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’, the President’s secretary, Mr. Harley, visited the wounded Klaatu in his room at Walter Reed Army Medical Center.

We spent over a half-hour during our visit to the front of Walter Reed Hospital, which gave the three of us plenty of time to appreciate that facility and its historic contributions to the Presidents of the United States. At least a couple of the Presidents, anyway. When we were finished, Tom placed me inside the camera case for the quarter-mile walk to our vehicle. During that time, I realized how important that stop was for my personal Presidential quest. In my book, there are five primary boxes to check for each President; each of those five boxes represent essential sites for each Commander in Chief that I must visit: Birthplace, Childhood home, Adult home, Place of death, and Gravesite. All of the other sites we visit, large and small, help tell the Presidents story and fill-in the gaps. Those five primary Presidential sites, however, are on the top of my list and Walter Reed Army Medical Center just checked another box in my Presidential book.

It was a bit past four o’clock when we made it back to the Rogue and I knew my companions were “running on empty”. As a matter of fact, I was shocked when I heard Tom suggest that we drive back to the hotel where he and Bob could get an early dinner, take a nap to recharge their batteries, and then head back into D.C. to see the monuments at night. There was a time, or so I’ve heard, when those two guys could go nonstop from sunup to sundown every day during their travels – but it seemed as though those days were now behind them. Truth be told, and I don’t want Tom or Bob to know this, I’m impressed by the number of sites they still pack into each day.

Once my companions awoke from their naps at 7:45pm, they were refreshed and anxious to head back into Washington. The three-hour snooze seemed to put a bounce back into their steps and their Taco Bell dinner filled their “gas tanks”; with an emphasis on the word “gas”. After Mongo was able to find a parking place in West Potomac Park, which was difficult that Friday evening as it seemed a lot more people had the same idea as us, my travel mates and I headed out on foot to the Lincoln Memorial just as the sun tickled the horizon in the west.

The Lincoln Memorial photographed just after sunset on May 21, 2021.
President Warren G. Harding was photographed as he delivered the dedication speech at the Lincoln Memorial on May 30, 1922.
President Harding was joined at the Lincoln Memorial dedication ceremony by Chief Justice William Howard Taft (left) and Robert Todd Lincoln, President Lincoln’s eldest and only surviving son.
I admit, I had goosebumps all over my resin-covered body when I saw the imposing statue of Abraham Lincoln at night. In 2014, we were inside the memorial during the day.
On August 28, 2013, President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama stood with Presidents Carter and Clinton during the 50th anniversary celebration of the 1963 March on Washington that was led by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
On the night before his inauguration in 2017, President-elect Donald Trump and his wife Melania posed for the media inside the Lincoln Memorial. It made me wonder if that photograph was “fake”!
Although this was my second visit to the Lincoln Memorial, the feeling at that moment was the same as in 2014 – I was awestruck by the majestic site.
After being sworn-in on January 20, 2021, President Joe Biden and First Lady Jill Biden posed in front of Lincoln’s statue with some of their family.
Once we walked to the western end of the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool, we had an impressive view of the World War II Memorial with the illuminated Washington Monument and Capitol Building in the background.
Exhausted from the long walk, as well as from swatting bugs, Tom captured a final image of the Lincoln Memorial before we returned to our car.

While we didn’t see many people during the daylight hours when we toured Washington on either day, the tourists made up for it Friday night; and the Lincoln Memorial seemed to be a magnet for them. The crowd of people was as thick as the flying insects, both of which were terribly annoying. But I couldn’t blame the tourists for being there; the Lincoln Memorial, when illuminated at night, is one of the most spectacular sites in our entire country. When Tom carried me up the steps of the crowded memorial that was dedicated to our 16th President, the imposing statue of Lincoln came into view and I was once again instantly awestruck. I knew for a fact that most of the Presidents of the United States had visited that memorial since it was dedicated by President Warren G. Harding in 1922 and it was a privilege for me stand where they had once stepped foot.

When we finished our visit at the Lincoln Memorial, I thought our night was over; but I was wrong. Tom and Bob decided to walk the entire length of the 2,030-foot-long Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool and maybe onward to the Washington Monument. But once my companions had reached the World War II Memorial at the western end of the Reflecting Pool, they realized they had made a mistake. Not only were they once again “out of gas” from a full day, they were tired of swatting the flying insects that followed us everywhere. I had to laugh to myself after they retraced our steps back towards the Lincoln Memorial and then on to the Rogue; they simply collapsed into the car from pure exhaustion.

Unfortunately for my photographer, his evening didn’t end when we returned to the hotel at 10:10pm. Instead, Tom had to don his surgical gear to re-attach my ponytail that had mysteriously fallen off outside of St. John’s Church earlier in the day. While that procedure lasted less than 15 minutes, I knew that gluing my hair back onto my head was the last thing Tom wanted to do before he extinguished the lights and closed his eyes. Even though my photographer was asleep just minutes after he placed me alongside the TV set, it felt great to have my ponytail re-attached. Since I’m now a semi-famous bobble head, I have an image to uphold in front of the camera and there was no doubt I looked a bit goofy without my queue. I knew I had to look my best for the following day’s adventures. After all, we were headed to Delaware where I’d get my first chance to visit the sites associated with our newest President – Joseph Robinette Binen, Jr. But as I stood silent in the darkness, I wondered to myself: “Who in the heck would give their male child the middle name of Robinette?” Maybe there was only one answer, and one answer only: “Klaatu barada nikto!”

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Thomas Watson

My name is Thomas Watson and I've been a U.S. history fanatic since I was 9 years old. In 2013, I decided to take my passion to the next level when I purchased a Thomas Jefferson bobble head with the sole intention of photographing that bobble head at Presidential sites. From that first day on July 10, 2013 at Spiegel Grove in Fremont, Ohio, this journey has taken on a life of its own. Now, nearly 40,000 miles later, I thought it was time to share the experiences, stories, and photos of Jefferson's travels. Keep in mind, this entire venture has been done with the deepest respect for the men who held the office as our President; no matter what their political affiliations, personal ambitions, or public scandals may have been. This blog is intended to be a true tribute to the Presidents of the United States and this story will be told Through the Eyes of Jefferson. I hope you enjoy the ride!

2 thoughts on “142: IN THE FATUOUS FOOTSTEPS OF FORTY-FIVE

  1. Another great day in Washington, D.C.! I never tire of visiting that amazing city! The easy and free parking and the greatly reduced number of tourists are things that we will never see again!

    1. Washington was so void of people because of the virus I wondered it Klaatu had made good on his promise! Bob, you and I have been to Washington many times since our first visit on Bicentennial Day in 1976 and each time we visit, we manage to find something we’ve never seen before. That means only one thing – WE NEED TO GO BACK!

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