When my photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Friday April 26, 2024, I was anxious for our second morning in Key West, Florida to begin. While the three of us didn’t do anything but relax after we arrived at the…
Author: Thomas Watson
289: THEY MAY BE CALLED THE DRY TORTUGAS, BUT MY VISIT TO FORT JEFFERSON TURNED TO MUDD
It was still dark outside at 4:50am when Tom’s alarm woke my companions up on Thursday April 25, 2024. The early wake-up call didn’t matter much because this was the day the three of us had been waiting for since…
288: THIS BOBBLE HEAD WAS TALLAHASSEE CLASSY, DOWN TO THE F-L-A KEYS
It was nearly one-thirty in the afternoon on Tuesday April 23, 2024 when our Jeep Grand Cherokee crossed the Georgia-Florida line as Tom, Vicki, and I made our way from Plains, Georgia to the State Capitol Building in Tallahassee. Once…
287: ‘TOP JIMMY’ IN PLAINS AND THE ONLY PEANUT HE HATES
“Creaks in the night, my senses sublime. Footsteps in our room, or a step back in time? Maybe I was dreaming, or maybe it’s deja vu. But this was the home of the dead; plus, Vicki heard them too.” When…
286: IN PLAINS, I POSED WHERE JIMMY CARTER WALKED, STOOD, SAT, AND SLEPT
Even though I had an uncomfortable night due to the surgical tape wrapped around my upper body, I knew my photographer and his wife slept well as the two of them hardly moved a muscle until Tom’s alarm rang at…
285: IF YOU AIN’T FIRST, YOU’RE LAST AT TALLADEGA SUPERSPEEDWAY
When Tom’s alarm rang at 5:20am on Sunday April 21, 2024, I thought we might be closer to Thunder Road than Talladega. Not only did I hear the distant rumble of thunder, but I also heard the sound of rain…
284: GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM, WILL YOU FLY ME TO THE MOON IN HUNTSVILLE?
My two companions got an extra half-hour of sleep on the morning of Saturday April 20, 2024. When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:30am, we still had well over two hours before launch. Yes, I said launch, because our first and…
283: I’LL KEEP A-KNOCKIN’ ON POLK’S DOOR & SLIPPIN’ AND SLIDIN’ ON HIS FOUNTAIN
Following a 47-mile drive from Andrew Jackson’s Hermitage, Tom, Vicki, and I rolled into Columbia, Tennessee at roughly 1:45pm on April 19, 2024. It had been nearly ten years since I last visited the self-proclaimed ‘mule capital of the world’,…
282: SEVEN YEARS AFTER TRUMP’S VISIT, I TOOK A V.I.B. TOUR OF JACKSON’S HERMITAGE
My photographer had his alarm set for 6:00am on Friday April 19, 2024, but he hurriedly rolled out of the sack fifteen minutes early. As Tom sat poolside, I stood next to the television set and thought about the 256…
281: MY VISIT TO POLK’S GRAVE WAS REAL, AND IT WAS SPECTACULAR!
After a two-month wait, which seemed like an eternity, our April 18th departure day had finally arrived. My photographer’s alarm rang at 3:15am – I watched as he got himself ready and all of the gear stowed into our Jeep…