198: I GOT MY EXORCISE IN KENNEDY’S CAMELOT

It was Saturday May 14, 2022 when my photographer, along with his good friend Bob Moldenhauer, were awakened by their alarm clock at 6:00am in our La Quinta hotel room near the Manassas Battlefield. I was ecstatic – it was Saturday morning, which meant no more Friday the 13th bad luck or evil omens. As I stood alongside the TV set while my companions got ready to take on the day, a little ditty filled my resin head: “Hey, hey, J-F-K, how many houses will we see today?” The answer was ten. That’s right, we were scheduled to begin our Saturday morning in the upscale and historic section of Georgetown that was filled with John and Jackie Kennedy ambience. Some of those ten homes on our agenda were ones where JFK lived alone while he served as a congressman or U.S. Senator. Some were houses where he met or lived with Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy. And a couple of the homes were where Jackie and the kids lived after the President’s assassination in Dallas. There was also a “Good vs Evil” pair of sites penciled into our morning’s walking tour of Georgetown as well. My companions planned to visit the Catholic Church where the Kennedy’s worshipped; as well as the site where some of the 1973 movie ‘The Exorcist’ was filmed.

It was a beautiful, partly sunny morning in the eastern section of Virginia just outside of Washington D.C. when we left the hotel at roughly 8:15am. Traffic on that Saturday morning was heavier than Tom and Bob had anticipated, which made the 25-mile trip into Georgetown take longer than expected. Once my photographer had driven the Jeep over the Francis Scott Key Memorial Bridge and into the historic town, the next hurdle he faced was finding a parking spot close to the JFK home sites.

At about 9:30am, we were parked and my companions headed out on foot into the “Cradle of Camelot”. Since we were only two days removed from the strenuous “Hike from Hell” in Shenandoah National Park that nearly killed my photographer, I wondered how Tom’s stamina would be as he walked the uneven brick-paved sidewalks and cobblestone streets of Georgetown. Thanks to Advil, CBD cream, some BioFreeze ointment, and his hiking boots, he managed just fine. For me, I had it easy. I just rested inside the camera case until Tom pulled me out once in a while to pose for some photos. It’s been said a picture is worth a thousand words – here are 60,000 words from our time in Georgetown as we strolled through the “Cradle of Camelot”.

3271 P STREET: John Fitzgerald Kennedy was a U.S. Senator representing Massachusetts from early 1953 until late 1960 when he was elected President. JFK lived in this house in 1953 and some of his and Jackie’s wedding plans were made inside that house as well.
JFK was living at this home when he and new “girlfriend” Jacqueline Bouvier attended the inaugural ball of President Dwight Eisenhower on January 20, 1953.
As I stood on the brick barricade that enclosed the home’s front yard, it was as though I could see the vibrant John Kennedy, who had just become a U.S. Senator two weeks earlier, as he walked out of the door behind me to attend President Eisenhower’s inaugural ball.
Florida Senator George A. Smathers was pictured as he lit the cigar of newly inaugurated Senator John F. Kennedy in 1953. JFK resided at 3271 P Street in Georgetown when this image was taken. There’s just something about politicians and cigars!
3260 N STREET: John F. Kennedy lived in this house while he served in the U.S. House of Representatives.
When Congressman John Kennedy walked through this door and headed to a dinner party at 3419 Q Street., he didn’t realize he was about to meet Jacqueline Bouvier – his future wife.
As I stood in front of this historic home, I thought about how JFK’s rise up the political ladder was shaped within its walls.
3307 N STREET: This townhouse was the most famous of all the Kennedy homes in Georgetown. JFK bought the house for Jackie after she gave birth to daughter Caroline on November 27, 1957 and they lived there until they moved to the White House in early 1961.
I love to stand in the footsteps of the Presidents, and it was an honor for me to be on that stoop where JFK stood in 1958.
The Kennedy’s were photographed at their Georgetown townhouse in March 1958, less than six months after they bought the place.
The Kennedy’s lived at 3307 N Street until they moved into the White House in 1961. It was Caroline and John, Jr’s first home.
During my time in front of the historic townhouse, it was as though I could see JFK and Jackie as they walked out of that door and into the history books of Camelot.
President-elect John F. Kennedy and Jackie were photographed as they left their townhouse and headed to his inauguration on January 20, 1961.
I’m standing in front of the Chapel of St. Ignatius, which was built in 1794. This original building was part of the newer Holy Trinity Catholic Church complex where JFK had worshipped frequently. The church was located two blocks west of Kennedy’s N Street house.
Due to a ceremony that was being held inside the church when we arrived at 10:15am, my companions decided to return later in the day and go inside.
We walked one block south along 36th Street and came to the house where Regan lived. No, not Ronald Reagan. I’m talking Regan MacNeil from the 1973 movie ‘The Exorcist’. This was the house used for the exterior scenes in one of the scariest horror movies of all time.
Lieutenant William F. Kinderman, portrayed by actor Lee J. Cobb in the movie ‘The Exorcist’, came to the MacNeil house to investigate Burke Denning’s mysterious death.
In this original 1973 movie poster of ‘The Exorcist’, it’s easy to see the house from the same view we had. A false front, which connected the house to the famous steps in the movie, was constructed by the film crew.
The 75 steep steps behind me were the actual steps used in the movie ‘The Exorcist’. To film the scene where Father Damien Karras fell to his death, the stairs were covered with a half-inch of rubber.
Father Damien Karras, already possessed by Satan, as he fell down the steps and to his ultimate death.
I’m standing on the spot where Father Damien Karras, played by actor Jason Miller, laid in a puddle of blood after he jumped out of a window and tumbled down the steps to his death.
I felt sorry for my photographer as he “huffed and puffed” his large carcass up the 75 famed ‘Exorcist Steps’ in Georgetown. My biggest fear was slipping out of Tom’s left hand – that was a long way down to the parking lot below. I was impressed, however, that my camera guy used the handrail and maintained three-point contact during the entire ascent. Thanks to Bob Moldenhauer for capturing this image.
Actor Lee J. Cobb walked the same steps in 1973 during the filming of ‘The Exorcist’. It was obvious to me that Cobb was not safety conscious and he put himself at risk of falling down the steps.
When I stood at the bottom of the famous ‘Exorcist Steps’, I heard my photographer tell Bob that we needed to return at night. My first thought was: “What are you talking about, Willis?”
1400 34th STREET: John F. Kennedy lived in this home from 1949 to 1951 while he served as a member of the United States Congress.
Kennedy’s sister, Eunice, lived with the congressman until she became engaged to Sargent Shriver.
Congressman Kennedy and his younger sister Eunice were photographed playing cards in their home on Georgetown’s 34th Street.
JFK was 30 years old when he became a member of Congress. Because of his youth, his campaign slogan during the 1946 election was “The New Generation Offers a Leader.”
Congressman Kennedy started living in this house just two years after being elected to the House of Representatives. I had to believe some of JFK’s earliest political ideas were hatched inside those brick walls.
3419 Q STREET: I’m standing on the porch of the home owned by journalist Charles Bartlett and his wife Martha in 1951. On Mother’s Day May 13, 1951, JFK was introduced to Jackie at a dinner party inside this house.
At that Mother’s Day dinner party in 1951, America’s “Camelot” was born. As a matter of fact, a plaque on the exterior wall featured the words to a poem: “Don’t let it be forgot; That once there was a spot; For one brief shining moment; That was known as Camelot!’
I laughed when it dawned on me that Charles Bartlett must’ve thought John Kennedy and Jacqueline Bouvier were the perfect pair.
3321 DENT PLACE: This was the first place the Kennedy’s lived together after they were married. As I stood in front of the home, it was as though I could see Senator Kennedy as he stood on the porch and gazed down at his new bride below.
The newlyweds were photographed outside of their Dent Place home in early 1954. The couple resided at this home for roughly six months.
Everything at this home looked the same as it did in late 1953 when JFK and Jackie lived here. As a matter of fact, it was as though I could see Kennedy’s famous profile still embedded on the brick wall.
Was this the same door used by JFK and Jackie when they lived in this house? The wooden door looked old enough to have survived the past 68 years.
2808 P STREET: When Senator and Mrs. Kennedy moved into this Georgetown home in 1957, the Democratic Party began to look at JFK as a potential Presidential candidate for 1960.
There’s no doubt when JFK walked thought the door behind me each evening, he had thoughts of what it might be like to live in the White House instead of this grey one.
Senator John F. Kennedy pictured in September of 1957, just about the time he started his plans to become President of the United States while he lived at 2808 P Street.
Am I standing in the footsteps of a President? It’s likely by the time JFK walked through the door behind me for the last time, he knew he would run for office in 1960.
3017 N STREET: This house was built in 1794 and is known as the Newton D. Baker House. A few months after the Kennedy assassination, Jackie moved into this home with her children.
Jackie Kennedy and her kids lived in this house for only about a year. She moved out because she felt the house left them too exposed to tourists and the press. Jackie grew tired of numerous tour buses stopping in front of her home throughout the day and sightseers peering into her windows. Now who would do a thing like that?
Jacqueline Kennedy was escorted out of the home in February 1964 by Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy and his son, Joseph P. Kennedy II.
When Jackie, Caroline, and John Jr. walked down these steps for the last time in early 1965, they moved to NYC to escape the limelight and paparazzi. Great move, Jack! There’s no paparazzi in New York City!
Once again, Jackie was photographed in front of the home, this time with her sister Lee Radziwill, decorator Billy Baldwin, and a Secret Service Agent.
The house was named after Newton D. Baker, who was the Secretary of War from 1916 to 1921 under President Woodrow Wilson. Baker rented this house during his four-year term as Secretary of War.
3038 N STREET: I’m standing in front of the home once owned by Undersecretary of State W. Averell Harriman, who served in the Kennedy and Johnson administrations. Harriman moved out of this house and allowed Jackie Kennedy and her kids to live there after the assassination.
The widowed First Lady and her kids stayed in this house for four months before they moved down the block to the Newton D. Baker House.
Tom placed me at the doorway of the historic home, but we didn’t realize there was another entrance to the main part of the home which was likely the one used by the Kennedy’s in 1963 and early ’64.
Bobby and Ethel Kennedy were photographed as they left their sister-in-law’s new home shortly after the assassination. Does it look like Bobby and Jackie know something that Ethel doesn’t know?
1528 31st STREET: The last of the JFK homes we visited on our tour was the first Georgetown home Kennedy lived in after he was elected to the House of Representatives in 1946.
When 30-year-old John Kennedy lived in this home, he couldn’t have imagined how his story, and history, would have played out.
John F. Kennedy lived in that home for the first three years while he served as a member of Congress.
Four hours after our first attempt at getting inside Holy Trinity Catholic Church, we finally made it inside. Not only did John F. Kennedy worship in this church, so did President Joe Biden. This newer main part of the church was located around the corner from the Chapel of St. Ignatius, where we had visited earlier in the day.
President Kennedy and his wife Jacqueline were photographed as they left Holy Trinity Church after Mass in April 1962.
President Joe Biden and his son Hunter, left, depart after attending Mass at Holy Trinity Catholic Church on January 24, 2021, in the Georgetown neighborhood of Washington. This was the first time Biden attended Sunday Mass as President.
I’m finally standing inside Holy Trinity Catholic Church in Georgetown. This larger section of the church was built in 1851, and the Chapel of St. Ignatius was constructed in 1794 – making Holy Trinity the oldest church in continuous use in the District of Columbia.
We got lucky as Tony Varas, the Pastoral Associate for Liturgy, allowed us to tour the interior of the church for as long as we needed. As a matter of fact, he asked us to make sure the door was locked behind us when we left.
It was an honor for me to stand in front of the altar; likely the same altar seen by Presidents Kennedy and Biden – the only two Roman Catholic Presidents.
Director of Music Kathleen DeJardin mentioned that President Biden sat towards the back of the church, likely in the area where I’m standing. Kathleen also said her piano had to be relocated to keep the aisle next to me clear in case of an emergency.

It was 2:45pm when we finally finished our walking tour of the JFK sites in Georgetown. That’s right, it took the three of us roughly five hours to complete the circuit and I knew Tom was exhausted from all the walking. We definitely got our “exorcise” – and because of that, maybe it was a good thing we ended our tour in a Catholic Church.

But Tom and Bob were still possessed – they were hell-bent on taking me to Bethesda Naval Hospital where we were turned away the day before. However, it was the weekend, and my photographer had an idea of where to park the Jeep once he made the seven-mile drive north to the historic hospital. Tom figured once he got our vehicle parked inside the National Institute of Health parking structure, he and Bob would have only a short hike along the public sidewalk to get to the front of the famous hospital for their photos.

And for once, everything worked as planned. However, I was stunned once we had arrived at the parking structure at roughly 2:30pm – the entire parking facility was empty; plus, there was no charge to park. It was free. Something seemed strange to me, but my companions pushed on like nothing was out of the ordinary. With me stowed-away in the camera case, Tom followed Bob across Rockville Pike where we followed the sidewalk north along the fenced boundary of the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center’s property. During that entire 300-yard hike, I heard Mongo as he made remarks about the security cameras posted along the top of the iron fence: “Tom, do you see those cameras? There’s no doubt we’re being monitored every step of the way. It’s a good thing we don’t need to climb that fence to get close to the hospital because we’d be arrested before we hit the ground on the other side.”

We stopped as soon as the three of us had arrived at what Bob deemed “The Money Shot”. And he was right – from our position, we had a beautiful view of Bethesda Naval Hospital; albeit from about three or four football fields away. Tom carried me from the sidewalk, across a five or six-foot section of grass, and held me through the bars of the fence for the first of many photos. During the entire ten-minute photoshoot, I thought about John F. Kennedy and the hours after his assassination. After all, once JFK’s body had returned to Washington aboard Air Force One on November 22, 1963, it was immediately taken to Bethesda Naval Hospital where an autopsy was performed. According to many conspiracy theorists, the guts of the entire cover-up occurred within the walls of that hospital.

Besides having a Kennedy assassination connection, Bethesda Naval Hospital has had other Presidential ties as well. President Franklin D. Roosevelt selected the site; he laid the cornerstone; and FDR was on hand during the formal dedication ceremony on November 11, 1940. Since that time, all Presidents have used Bethesda, or the old Walter Reed Army Hospital, as the primary medical centers for any medical needs or procedures. Ronald Reagan was treated at Bethesda twice, but neither was when he was shot in 1981. Four years after his assassination attempt, Reagan had surgery on his colon; then in 1987, he underwent surgery on his prostate. The most recent potentially serious Presidential medical procedure at Bethesda occurred when Donald Trump was admitted on October 2, 2020 after contracting COVID-19 during the pandemic. Trump remained in the hospital for three days where he was forced to wear a face mask. Wearing the mask, where people could see him, was worse than suffering from the virus, at least in his mind.

I was thrilled when I finally had the chance to pose in front of Bethesda Naval Hospital. My only fear was whether or not Tom would accidentally drop me as he held me in between the bars of the fence.
Visions of JFK’s lifeless body, as it was examined on November 22, 1963, filled my head during the entire time we were in front of the military hospital.
In this rare image of Donald Trump wearing a face mask, the President was photographed as he walked out of Walter Reed Medical Center on October 5, 2020 after being treated for COVID-19.
I had to give my companions credit; they didn’t give up their mission to photograph the military hospital – and they did it where they had the best view.
This was the final photograph taken of me in front of Bethesda Naval Hospital. Seconds after Tom placed me back into the camera case, I heard my photographer talking to the police.

A few seconds after I posed for a final image with the hospital and security fence in the background, Tom carefully placed me back inside the camera case for our walk back to the Jeep. Moments later, I heard Bob say something that made my resin ears perk up: “Look, Tom. That cop car is turning around to pull someone over. Somebody’s going to have a bad day.” That “somebody” turned out to be my travel mates. From an opening in the camera case, I saw the patrol car stop near the curb where my companions had stopped to watch. As the car’s red and blue lights flashed, the well-armed officer wasted no time in exiting his vehicle and making his way onto the sidewalk. The first words out of the officer’s mouth were: “What are you two men doing here? Do you realize you are on military property?” Tom quickly replied without hesitation: “We thought this was a public sidewalk. Doesn’t the military property start at the fence? We are Presidential historians, and we only came here to photograph the hospital where John F. Kennedy’s autopsy was performed in 1963. We didn’t realize we were doing anything wrong.” With a stern look on his face, the cop verbally shot back: “This is military property all the way out to the street. If you want to take pictures, you need to do it from the other side of that road – but not here.” At that moment, the police officer activated his radio and began to give a verbal description of Tom and Bob. This is what I thought I heard: “Subject One is male, about 5-foot 9-inches tall, blue shirt, black pants, muscular build, and looks similar to Tom Cruise. Subject Two is male, 6-foot tall, rather heavy, wearing an orange shirt, blue pants, and he resembles a chunky Tom Hanks on a bad day.” Then I waited for the cop to say: “Subject Three is male, 8-inches tall, devastatingly handsome, wearing black pants and black overcoat, he looks a bit like Owen Wilson with a ponytail, his head is cocked slightly to the right, and he smells like he ate something funky.” But that never happened, likely because he didn’t see me inside the camera case. I thought about shouting out loud that I couldn’t breathe, but I quickly changed my mind when it appeared the cop wasn’t amused by our “highly illegal” activity.

In my mind, I thought for sure we were going to jail; or at the very least, I figured the three of us would be interrogated by military security. Then, during that interrogation, I predicted the officials would confiscate my companion’s cameras or memory cards; followed by some time behind bars while Tom and Bob’s identification was scrutinized under a microscope.

For a brief moment, I thought maybe the American flag on the hospital building in the distance had been replaced by a Soviet flag and Putin had ordered the KGB to apprehend us. There aren’t two people in this country who are more patriotic, red-blooded, flag-waving, history loving, Presidential enthusiast Americans than Tom and Bob, yet that cop interrogated them like they were common criminals. He made them feel as though they had climbed over the fence onto posted military property with the intentions of overthrowing the government or doing harm to the President. In my resin mind, if the government of the United States doesn’t want people to stand and take pictures where we were, then move the damned fence out to the curb. Don’t construct a public sidewalk for the public to use; then send the cops to tell the public they’re on military property. I would call it Military Intelligence, but I don’t want to insult the intelligent population by confusing them with the military leadership of this country.

The last thing I heard the “heavily-armed donut eater” say was: “The two of you need to walk down to that crosswalk and get to the other side of the street. Don’t stop; don’t take your cameras out; and don’t leave the sidewalk.” I could tell my companions were peeved; and rightfully so. They had done nothing wrong; yet they were treated like Lee Harvey Oswald when he was apprehended at the Texas Theater. Just as Tom and Bob began to retrace their steps back to the Jeep, another squad car arrived on the scene – just in case Tom Cruise, Tom Hanks, and Owen Wilson were dangerous criminals. As we crossed Rockville Pike, I couldn’t help but think to myself: “That was a close one. Thankfully we made it out of dodge without experiencing the “rubber glove treatment”. But then again, we still had time for that. After all, with four days left in our nation’s capital, the three of us had plenty of time to get into more trouble.

The clock on the Jeep’s dashboard read 4:45pm when we left Bethesda, Maryland behind. After that close encounter where my companions thought they would be eating bread and water for a while, I heard my relieved photographer tell Bob that he wanted steak for dinner. And not just any steak, mind you – he wanted to dine at Texas Roadhouse. Roughly 30 miles into our journey back to Manassas, Tom pulled the Jeep into the parking lot of his favorite steak restaurant located near Chantilly, Virginia. Once inside, our jaws dropped at the sight of a mural painted on a nearby wall. No, it wasn’t a painting of “our” fat cop eating a donut in front of Bethesda Naval Hospital. Instead, the painting depicted a cookout at Mount Vernon with five of our founding fathers in attendance. As Tom and Bob ate their meals, I couldn’t take my eyes off the mural. And of course, I thought Thomas Jefferson was the best looking of the five! He looked like Owen Wilson with a ponytail.

My photographer snapped a photo of the mural at Texas Roadhouse near Chantilly, Virginia. The large and impressive painting featured George Washington as he flipped burgers at Mount Vernon while Martha Washington stood nearby. The four guests seated at the picnic table were fellow Virginians James Monroe, James Madison, Patrick Henry and Thomas Jefferson.

When Tom and Bob had finished eating their steaks, I overheard something about my companions headed to Bull Run. I was confused. Where would we see bulls run in Virginia? We were at a Texas Roadhouse, not in the state of Texas! As it turned out, the three of us were about to pay a visit to the Civil War hallowed grounds known as Manassas Battlefield where the Battle of Bull Run took place. The First Battle of Bull Run was the first major battle during the American Civil War and it took place on July 21, 1861. The Second Battle of Bull Run, which was a lot larger, took place a little over a year later on the same ground and lasted three days – August 28 – 30, 1862. Both battles were won by the Confederates.

For nearly an hour and a half, the three of us toured a section of the Manassas Battlefield. We started at the Henry Hill Visitor Center where Tom carried me out onto the historic battlefield. While we walked the hallowed grounds on foot, I was taken to the Judith Henry house known as Spring Hill Farm, then on to a few other important sites on the field of battle known as ‘Henry Hill’. By the time we had boarded the Jeep again and headed to the nearby Stone House, I could tell my photographer was tired. He had good reason to be exhausted, too; Tom had walked the streets of Georgetown all morning and he ended the day hiking part the battlefield. We finished our visit at the Manassas Battlefield with a half-hour stop at the historic Stone Bridge, and I even got to dip my toes in Bull Run. What a way to end an amazing, yet harrowing, site-filled day.

Whenever I visit a Civil War battlefield, I always pose while standing on a cannon.
This is another view of the cannon with the Judith Henry House and Bull Run Monument in the distance.
I’m standing near the historic ‘Spring Hill Farm’, which was home to Judith Henry in 1861. The small burial ground, where Henry was buried, can be seen to the left of the house.
Once again, Bob Moldenhauer was able to scale the wrought iron fence that surrounded the burial ground and he placed me on the tombstone of Judith Henry.
I’m standing in the small burial ground with Judith Henry’s reconstructed home in the background. When the 84-year-old Judith Henry was killed by Union artillery fire, she was the first and only civilian killed in the battle.
Ironically, the main action of the First Battle of Bull Run happened here on July 21, 1861. The closing scene of the Second Battle of Bull Run occurred here as well on August 30, 1861.
This image was captured shortly after Judith Henry’s ‘Spring Hill Farm’ had been left in ruins by Union cannon fire.
I’m standing neck-deep in the grass where Colonel James Cameron of the 79th New York Volunteer Infantry was shot in the chest and killed during the First Battle of Bull Run on July 21, 1861. Colonel Cameron’s brother, Simon Cameron, was the first Secretary of War in Abraham Lincoln’s cabinet.
Colonel James Cameron was 61 years old when he was killed in the First Battle of Bull Run on July 21, 1861.
Not only do I love to stand on cannons at Civil War battlefields, but I also love to stand on the old wooden fences, like this one at Manassas, as well.
I’m standing where Federal troops posed after they erected the Bull Run Monument in June 1865. It took only three weeks for the troops to build the monument that honors the Federal soldiers who died at Manassas. Bull Run Monument remains the oldest extant monument on any Civil War battlefield in our country.
On June 11, 1865, soldiers surrounded the Bull Run Monument during its dedication ceremony.
Tom captured this view of the Bull Run Monument and Judith Henry house at Henry Hill.
This monument was erected on the spot where Colonel Francis Stebbins Bartow was killed when he led a charge against Federal troops stationed at Stone Bridge during the First Battle of Bull Run. Bartow was the first Confederate brigade commander killed in action during the Civil War. Colonel Bartow was posthumously awarded the rank of brigadier general after his death.
Artist Dan Troiani depicted the moment Colonel Bartow was shot. He’s shown on the ground, dressed in blue, clutching his chest. His final words were: “Boys, they have killed me, but never give it up.”
Dedicated on August 31, 1940, the bronze statue of Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson was erected on the plateau of Henry Hill where Jackson was slapped with his famous nickname after he made a determined stand against Union advances during the First Battle of Bull Run.
General Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson earned his famous nickname during the First Battle of Bull Run in Manassas, Virginia.
To me, even though I don’t like to honor the Confederacy, it was historically cool to be on the spot where ‘Stonewall’ Jackson earned his famous nickname. After all, I had visited his home and gravesite just three days earlier.
I’m standing on the spot where Confederate General Barnard Elliott Bee of South Carolina was mortally wounded by a Federal artillery shell. To rally his troops, Bee shouted out “Form, form, there stands Jackson like a stone wall. Rally behind the Virginians.”
General Barnard Bee, the man who coined the term “Stonewall Jackson”.
Located a short distance north of Henry Hill was the Stone House, which was used primarily as a field hospital during the two Civil War battles at Manassas.
This home was built in 1848 and owned by farmer Henry P. Matthew. The Stone House was situated so close to the First Battle of Bull Run, it was peppered with shot and shell during the fighting. During most of the battle, the Stone House was controlled by the Confederacy.
The Stone House was ideal for treating the wounded soldiers, which there were many. The ten hours of heavy fighting during the first battle on July 21, 1861 resulted in more than 2,700 injured soldiers.
I’ve dipped my toes in the magic waters of Bull Run. The Stone Bridge behind me was rebuilt in 1884, replacing the original bridge that was destroyed in 1862. The first shots of the First Battle of Manassas, fired by Union artillery on the ridge to the east, flew over the bridge. However, there was little more than heavy skirmishing in its vicinity on July 21, 1861.

There was another section of the Manassas Battlefield where major battles of the Second Battle of Bull Run took place, but it was 7:15pm and my companions had enough excitement for one day. We returned to the La Quinta hotel fifteen minutes after we left the Stone Bridge and Tom placed me in my usual spot alongside the television set. For about an hour, I had to stand there and listen to my friends laugh and chuckle as they discussed their experience at Bethesda Naval Hospital. They would’ve been laughing out of the other side of their faces had they been arrested, or their cameras confiscated, by the KGB. All I could do was shake my head, which didn’t shake too well since my neck was nearly broken the day before.

When the lights in the room were extinguished at about 11pm, I stood in the darkness and wondered what trouble the three of us would encounter the following day. After all, we were scheduled to retrace the escape route of assassin John Wilkes Booth from Ford’s Theater to the Garrett Farm; it was a trail where Booth found nothing but trouble 157 years earlier. During a trip to the same area in 2021, my companions and I visited numerous sites along Booth’s escape route, although we retraced his path in reverse. But there were several sites that we didn’t visit the previous year because we had bad information; those additional sites have been penciled in on our Sunday’s agenda. To make matters worse, some of those new sites are located on private property. Just the words “Private Property” strike a sour chord with me because I know that usually doesn’t deter Tom and Bob from achieving their mission. All I could do was hope; hope that we don’t end up in a tobacco barn at the end of the day.

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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 “198: I GOT MY EXORCISE IN KENNEDY’S CAMELOT

  1. We really didn’t do very much on that day, did we?! Since we are both huge JFK aficionados, it was an amazing day in Georgetown. Going from a chapel to the Exorcist House and Steps and then back to the church probably saved our lives!

    We can laugh about it now, but we were very lucky in our interaction with the police officer at Bethesda. At the very least, I would have expected for him to run a background check on both of us, and for him to require us to delete our photos, or worse yet, turn over our memory sticks and/or cameras. I was ready to tell the officer that “Tom Hanks” had weed so that I could make a run for it! I was nervous until we were in the Jeep Cherokee and we were back on the road!

    A steak dinner was in order and we both enjoyed it immensely!

    We had put in a full day, but there was still daylight….let’s go to Manassas! I am glad that we did.

    1. I thought the entire episode at Bethesda was blown way out of proportion. We were on a public sidewalk and doing nothing wrong. That cop overreacted, and I bet he did do a background check on the two of us. Your comment about Tom Hanks and the weed wasn’t really that far off. I had CBD cream spread all over my knees and back, but who knows if that stuff was illegal in Maryland. You’re right, we had an amazing day in Georgetown visiting the JFK and the Exorcist sites – I’m just happy Jefferson’s head didn’t spin around while we were there! He may have broken the spring in his neck!

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