The alarm clock went off precisely at 6:00am on Saturday May 11, 2019 and my photographer jumped out of bed as though he was shot from a cannon. It was obvious to me that the ten hours of sleep he…
Month: August 2020
93: THE “TRIP OF DREAMS” BEGAN IN STAUNTON
It had been 27 days since the Secret Service kept me from meeting Bill and Hillary Clinton. Although I was still peeved over that ordeal, that feeling quickly went away when I was packed away into the camera case for…
92: MEETING CLINTON WAS ‘CLOSE, BUT NO CIGARS’!
My left shin and ankle had been caulked; my stocking was re-painted an off-white to match my right leg; and I was looking good. The timing was perfect, too. It was April 12, 2019 and as I was placed back…
91: AN INTIMATE VISIT WITH THE HAYES’ AT SPIEGEL GROVE
After four months of standing on the Presidential bobble head shelf at home, I was anxious to hit the road again. But 2019 began on a sour note when my photographer’s mother passed away on January 4th. I figured with…
90: AN EVENING WITH THE SPACEMAN
Our time in California was winding down. We had two full days left in the Golden State and my photographer was going out with a bang – Tom was scheduled to meet former KISS guitarist Ace Frehley on Thursday August…