Let me start off by stating the obvious – I despise John Wilkes Booth, and what he did in 1865, with every resin fiber in my body. As a matter of fact, I can’t stand any pathetic, low-life, scum-bucket, maggot…
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142: IN THE FATUOUS FOOTSTEPS OF FORTY-FIVE
For some strange reason, my photographer didn’t set his alarm clock for the morning of Friday May 21, 2021. And because of that, Tom got an extra nine minutes of sleep before we headed out on our final day in…