When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am, I was as excited as a youngster on his or her Little League team’s Opening Day. And for good reason – there wasn’t a cloud in the sky on Tuesday July 8, 2025 and…
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325: OH, GIVE ME A HOME, WHERE BUFFALO BILL ROAMED
My photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Sunday July 6, 2025, and the second day of our trip was about to begin in West Branch, Iowa. The first site of the day, however, would be visited by Tom and me…
324: THE ROAD TO THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST BROUGHT ME BACK TO HOOVERVILLE
It had been a little over three months since my last trip, which was a two-day adventure to Rutherford B. Hayes’ Spiegel Grove in Fremont, Ohio with my photographer, his wife Vicki, and Tom’s two granddaughters Reese and Brooke Fiscelli.…
303: MY DAY IN SPRINGFIELD WHERE I STOOD IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF LINCOLN AND JFK
Just over ten years ago, on July 11, 2014, I visited Springfield, Illinois for the first time. For me and my photographer, it seemed great to be back, and I was anxious to take on a day full of Lincoln…
259: FLASHBACKS DURING MY VISIT TO HOOVERVILLE
From an opening in the camera case situated on the back seat of the Family Truckster, I watched the world go by as Vicki drove my photographer and me from Davenport to West Branch, Iowa. And during that entire time,…
229: FOR WHOM THE BUZZARDS CIRCLED, THEY CIRCLED FOR THEE ON ‘HAIL TO THE CHIEF’
On May 12, 2022, my photographer and I, along with our good friend Bob Moldenhauer, embarked on what turned out to be an all-day hike just so we could visit President Herbert Hoover’s Rapidan Camp in Virginia’s Shenandoah National Park.…
195: THE BUZZARDS WERE CIRCLING DURING THE HIKE FROM HELL
My photographer’s alarm went off at 6:00am on Wednesday May 11, 2022, but I’m not totally sure why he had it set in the first place. After a full plate of Presidential and historic sites the previous day, Tom had…
154: THE 23-DAY “GRISWOLD FAMILY VACATION” BEGINS
A month after our last trip had finished, Tom, his wife Vicki, and I embarked on what my photographer had dubbed “The Griswold Family Vacation”. Our 23-day agenda was filled with Presidential sites, scenic stops, antique flea markets, and over…
80: JUST A WALK IN THE FOG
When my photographer and his wife crawled out of bed on the morning of Sunday July 29, 2018, the sun was shining and the weather looked perfect, at least from my view through the apartment’s window. Tom and Vicki had…
65: IMAGINE NO SOUP FOR YOU
It was roughly a two-block walk from Cassie’s brownstone apartment to the Carroll Street subway station where we took the ‘F’ train into Manhattan. My first experience on a NYC subway train was far different than when I rode the…