We left Gladstone, Michigan early in the morning on Monday July 27, 2015 and we started our six-day trip home. Once again, there were no Presidential sites in northern Michigan that I knew of. As a matter of fact, I…
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!
41: THE ROAD TO LAMBEAU WAS PAVED WITH CHEESE
My photographer and his wife were able to sleep in on Saturday July 25, 2015 because the Mall of America didn’t open until 10:00am and we were only 12 miles away. I was not overly excited about visiting the famous…
40: THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED
We had spent over three days in Dyersville and on the morning of Friday July 24, 2015 it was time to head west. My photographer had planned on making one last trip out to the Field of Dreams before we…
39: “IS THIS HEAVEN?” “NO, IT’S IOWA!”
At 7:50am on Tuesday July 21, 2015, I was headed for a baseball field. It wasn’t just any baseball field; that particular field was the ball diamond where the movie Field of Dreams was filmed. I thought for sure that…
38: NEVER TAKE GALENA FOR GRANT-ED
The morning of Monday July 20, 2015 began like all others on every trip; I was waiting for my photographer and his wife to get ready for the day. I wasn’t keeping notes in a journal, but if I was…
37: PICKIN’ AND GRINNIN’ WITH “DUTCH” REAGAN
Ready or not, here I come – broken legs and all. It was Sunday July 19, 2015 and I was headed back to Iowa; this time in the family’s Dodge Avenger with my photographer and his wife Vicki. Tom was…
36: FROM BOBBLE TO HOBBLE IN IOWA
The long Michigan winter was finally over and I was anxious to hit the road to see some Presidential sites. But when June of 2015 had arrived and I hadn’t been anywhere yet, I started to wonder if something was…
35: THE BLOOD-STAINED SEATS OF HISTORY
Less than a month after my trip to Grand Rapids, I was back in my case and we were headed for Dearborn, Michigan. I had to admit, even though 26 days had passed, my resin-rump was still a tad chapped…
34: “ROSALYNN CARTER LOOKED AT ME!”
I was only in my second season of visiting Presidential sites and all six of those pilgrimages had taken place outside of my home state of Michigan. That all changed on Monday September 22, 2014 when I found myself in…
33. ANGUISH ONBOARD AIR FORCE ONE
The alarm clock went off at precisely 6:00am; which was the normal wake-up time for any trip that I’ve been on with Bob Moldenhauer. It was Sunday September 7, 2014 and we weren’t very far away from a handful of…