Our alarm rang at 6:30am on Friday July 27, 2018 in the place we had rented from Charles Ballinger near Mill Valley, California. For the first time since our arrival in the Golden State, we didn’t plan on going into…
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77. SAN FRANCISCO WAS NO TREAT FOR HARDING OR FORD
At a few moments before noon on Thursday July 26, 2018, the ferry docked at Pier 33 from our three-hour adventure on Alcatraz Island. As amazing as the prison experience was for the three of us, it was great to…
76: ESCAPE FROM ALCATRAZ WITH “THE ROCK”!
The alarm clock went off on Thursday July 26, 2018 at 5:30am; which was a half-hour earlier than normal. My photographer and his wife had heard that parking was expensive and hard to find in downtown San Francisco, which prompted…
75: BOBBLE HEAD, YES. DEAD HEAD, NO!
I was still riding high and feeling good since I saw President Donald Trump in Washington, Michigan in April. Three months had already passed and the day had arrived for our trip to the West Coast. They said “Californy is…
74: TRUMP DISSED HIS WASHINGTON FOR OURS
It had been just over eight long months since my last Presidential trip and I was getting antsy standing around with my head nodding and nowhere to go. It seemed that every night I stared in wonderment as my photographer…
73: DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON ME
With Vicki at the wheel of our Avenger, we made the 54-mile drive from Greeneville to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee in a little over an hour. As we got close to our first destination, which was the Comfort Inn and Suites…
72: UPHILL BATTLE TO VISIT ANDREW JOHNSON
The alarm clock in our Lebanon, Virginia motel room went off at 7:00am, which was about an hour later than normal. I laughed to myself when I watched my photographer and his wife struggle to get out of bed. There…
71: IT’S BRISTOL, BABY!
For Vicki, Saturday August 19, 2017 was “Race Day”; or technically race night as we were headed to the Bass Pro Shops/NRA Night Race at Bristol Motor Speedway that was scheduled to start at 7:30pm. For my photographer, it was…
70: I’M IN VIRGINESSE; OR IS IT TENNEGINIA?
As my photographer and his wife hurriedly pack the car at 3:30pm on Wednesday August 16, 2017 for our five-day trip to Bristol, Tennessee, all I could think of was Elvis Presley. Yes, part of Bristol is in Tennessee and…
69: INTO THE BEDROOM, NOT THE CLOSET, AT WHEATLAND
Through the window of the Courtyard by Marriott motel, I saw the weather looked perfect as my photographer and his wife packed up their belongings for the last time on the trip. It had been an amazing adventure, and I…