My photographer’s alarm went off at 5:45am on Saturday November 26, 2022. Tom and I were anxious to hit the road as he had planned on the two of us visiting several William Howard Taft sites in Cincinnati before we…
Author: 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!
223: HARRISONS, HOT DOGS, HEIRLOOMS & HEARTBURN
Once our visit to the National Museum of the United States Air Force had concluded on Friday November 25, 2022, my photographer, his wife, and I were headed south towards Cincinnati. But instead of visiting the sights in The Queen…
222: JUST PLANE FUN ON BLACK FRIDAY IN DAYTON
As soon as my photographer’s alarm went off at 6:00am in our Dayton, Ohio hotel room, I couldn’t wait to hit the road. It was Friday November 25, 2022; which was more than just Black Friday to me. That’s because…
221: MY THANKSGIVING FEATURED THE WRIGHT STUFF-ING
After three long months of relaxation with my bobble head friends, as well as enduring some minor cosmetic surgery along the way, it was time to hit the road once again with my photographer and his wife. I felt like…
220: WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I HEADED NEXT?
It’s been exactly three months since my photographer and I returned home from our last trip that took us into the Upper Penninsula of Michigan, through most of Minnesota, and into parts of Iowa. During that time, I haven’t just…
219: IF YOU BUILD IT, MLB WILL COME AND RUIN IT
For a little over two hours on the morning of Friday August 5, 2022, my dream of standing on the spot where Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper all performed for the final time at the Surf Ballroom…
218: I FLIPPED A COIN AT THE SURF BALLROOM AND IT CAME UP BOBBLE HEADS
It was 5:45am when Tom’s alarm rang on Friday August 5, 2022. My photographer wanted to get an early start on the day so he could fulfill his goal of being the first one inside the Surf Ballroom in Clear…
217: “THE SKY BELONGS TO THE STARS” AND THE GROUND BELONGS TO TOM
“Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd. Buy me a new right arm and paint it black, I don’t care if I never get back. Let me root, root, root for Riley, he’s my…
216: SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW WITH ME AND BABY GUMM
When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Tuesday August 2, 2022, I couldn’t wait to be positioned upright again. For the second night in a row, I spent the entire time upside down while my surgically repaired arm had a…
215: CHASING ‘MOONLIGHT’ BEYOND THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
For exactly 74.4 miles, the three of us headed northwest from Duluth. We left Bob Dylan’s first home in the review mirror, while his second home in Hibbing, Minnesota appeared through the front windshield of our Jeep about 80 minutes…