Tom’s phone alarm went off at 6:20am on Friday October 22, 2021. I watched as he sat up on the couch, looked out the window, saw it was still dark, and reset his alarm to 7:10am. All I could do was smile, mainly because I knew he didn’t sleep well on the plush sofa. I had hoped he wouldn’t cancel our day at the Bush Library. From what I had heard, that was our final Presidential stop on the trip and it was in jeopardy of being cancelled.
As the sun illuminated the backyard behind Bill and Kim Johnson’s farmhouse like a thousand points of light, that’s when I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a debris field caused by whatever made the strange noises during the night. It appeared a wild pig or two had rooted the plush grass in search of food. While it looked like only a small section of the Johnson’s yard was affected, their neighbor’s lawn was devastated by the feral hogs. I was saddened by the destruction, but at the same time I was thankful it wasn’t a Sasquatch doing its “Peeping Tom” impersonation. In my mind, there’s nothing worse than a “Peeping Squatch”.
My day with Tom was set – he had planned to take me to College Station, Texas where we’d once again visit the George Bush Presidential Library. We were very lucky; the museum had been closed to the public for over two months due to COVID restrictions and it had just reopened on Monday. For once, our timing was perfect. Vicki, Anthony, and Ashley, on the other hand, were scheduled to drive in the opposite direction where they had planned to spend the day in Waco. While my photographer’s wife has been a frequent visitor to the Magnolia Market Silos during the past few years, the Fiscelli’s wanted to see the Gaines’ empire for themselves. When Tom mentioned the Silos were nothing more than a high-priced Hobby Lobby, it didn’t matter one iota to them. My brazen camera guy also pointed out that Joanna Gaines didn’t make the stuff; she never touched the stuff; and everything was made in China. All of that fell on deaf ears.
With me riding in the Jeep’s back seat and safely secured in the camera case, Tom drove out of the front gate of Paradise Farm at precisely eight o’clock. Two hours and nearly 120 miles of boring highway later, we had arrived in College Station. The weather was ideal for photographs, and I couldn’t wait to get started. After I posed for a few images in front of the Presidential Library, Tom carried me towards the front entrance where the two of us received some stunning news – we needed pre-paid tickets to get through the doors and only a small number of visitors could be inside the museum at one time. With the help of a young female staff member, my cameraman used his I-phone to purchase a 10:30am entry ticket. With some time to kill, Tom decided to make the half-mile hike to the Bush Family Gravesite before too many other people did the same thing. It had been just over two years since our last visit, and I was excited to see President Bush’s gravesite again. I’ve been to every Presidential Library in the country and the Bush Library in College Station is one of the best.
My photographer and I spent over 90 minutes inside the Presidential Museum dedicated to the life of George H.W. Bush. I wanted to stay longer, but Tom’s stomach was growling; plus, his glasses kept fogging-up due to the face covering he was forced to wear due to the COVID protocols. Once we were back in the Jeep, my photographer headed to the closest McDonalds for lunch. What should’ve been a short drive took a lot longer due to the intense afternoon traffic and the long-winded signal lights in College Station. Due to the extra delays, I thought I might see Tom pass-out from starvation and dehydration!
The two of us made it back to the Johnson’s farm at roughly 3:15pm where we discovered the trio of travelers had never made it to Waco. They never left the farm. Although Ashley had felt better, Brooke and Kim were still “under the weather” and had laid low all day. Vicki said their Waco visit was postponed to the following day. For the next couple of hours, Tom and I kicked back on the patio and watched the Fiscelli’s ride around the farm on Bill’s Honda Pioneer side-by-side. After dinner, which included an All-American meal of hot dogs, ‘tater salad, and chips, my photographer and I spent the rest of that day’s light watching for wildlife. And just before dark, a huge buck silently walked past the homestead.
When nightfall came, my photographer and I camped out in front of the TV and watched the Houston Astros beat the Boston Red Sox 5-0. The Astros’ victory clinched the American League pennant and sent the team from Houston to the World Series. When I watched the champaign flow during the post-game celebration, I began to wonder why Tom didn’t make an attempt to attend the game in person. After all, we were only 90 miles from Minute Maid Park when we were visiting Bush’s Presidential Library. Heck, he could’ve had six-dollar hot dogs at the ballpark for dinner. The more I thought about it, however, the more I realized the drive back to the farm after the game would’ve taken nearly four hours – not counting the traffic. For once, Tom had made the right decision.
Thankfully Vicki had re-arranged the bedroom to accommodate the two grandkids as well as my photographer. That meant he and I wouldn’t have to spend the night in the living room where Sasquatch could watch us. As I stood on the small nightstand in the dark bedroom, thoughts of George Bush flooded my mind. During his Presidency, he longed for a kinder, gentler nation, which mirrored his own personality. He only served one term; Bush likely lost the 1992 election to Bill Clinton because of six words he said during his ’88 campaign: “Read my lips. No new taxes.” When the economy went sour around 1990, he was forced to make a tax hike; and the people of America never forgot those infamous six words.
As I pictured our beloved 41st President in my mind; and all of the cool artifacts that I had posed with at his museum; I couldn’t help but think of the words his son said during his father’s eulogy. Those are the words people should remember when they think of George H.W. Bush.
“He looked for the good in each person, and he usually found it.” – George W. Bush
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!
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Great read! Thanks
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