The morning of Monday July 10, 2017 was one where my photographer thought it would be good for us to sleep later than usual. After all, the first site of the day didn’t open until 10:00am and that site was…
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57: LOOKED FOR LARA; SETTLED FOR FALA
My photographer’s phone alarm went off precisely at 5:00am on Sunday July 9, 2017. The first thing Tom did was look out of the room’s window to check the weather – luckily for us there wasn’t a single cloud in…
56: RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY TOMB
We left the Holiday Inn Express in Utica on Saturday morning July 8, 2017 at 7:45am under overcast skies and a threat of rain. Since our first stop was nearly 100 miles to the southeast, we had hoped to drive…
55: OZ WAS OVER THE RAINBOW BRIDGE
The black sky was broken by the dawn’s first light as we left Michigan on our first trip of the year. As we went over the Blue Water Bridge and into Canada at 4:45am on July 7, 2017, I was…
54: WIN, PLACE, AND SHOW ME THE WAY HOME
It was an overcast morning on Thursday August 4, 2016 when we left the LaQuinta Inn in Jackson, Tennessee. By the time we drove the 129 miles to Nashville, however, the skies had brightened up and the threat of rain…
53: CLINTON ROCKED IN LITTLE ROCK; EXCEPT AT HIS LIBRARY
We had made the drive from Hot Springs, Arkansas to Little Rock in a little less than an hour. It was a few minutes before noon on August 3, 2016 when we walked up to the Old State House. That…
51: IRVING’S PAINE WAS MY GAIN
Monday August 1, 2016 was a catch-22 for me; I was excited to see a couple more Presidential sites, but it was also our last full day in Texas. Bill and Kim went off to work at their Dallas Aerial…
50: THE MYSTERY OF MR. LEE
When everyone was awake at the Plano home of the Johnson’s, I was taken from my resting place on the dresser and carefully positioned into the camera bag. My photographer tried to be extra careful with me as the damaged…
49: WACO’S WACKOS ENDURE MAGNOLIA MAYHEM
When my photographer woke up on the morning of Friday July 29, 2016, he took me off the upstairs bedroom dresser where I had stood the entire night and he placed me into the camera bag for our journey into…
48: WHERE THE CRICKETS ONCE CHIRPED
It was roughly 100 miles from Buddy Holly’s doorstep in Lubbock, Texas to the Petty recording studio in Clovis, New Mexico. I heard David Bigham tell my photographer that when the Crickets were scheduled to record at the studio, Buddy’s…