Sunday morning November 30, 2025 began when my photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am in the Presidential Suite on the third floor of the historic Windsor Hotel in downtown Americus, Georgia. Although the room remained very quiet after Tom’s three o’clock…
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346: A HISTORIC VISIT TO PLAINS AND MY FINAL SALUTE TO JIMMY CARTER
For nearly 70 miles, Vicki navigated the back roads from Warm Springs down to Plains, Georgia in the early afternoon of Saturday November 29, 2025. During the first half of the trip, I couldn’t get Franklin Roosevelt out of my…
345: A COOL MORNING IN WARM SPRINGS, WHERE FDR STOOD FOR THOSE WHO COULDN’T
Tom’s alarm went off at 6:00am on Saturday November 29, 2025 inside our hotel room in Newnan, Georgia. My photographer and I had no trouble getting into high gear that morning because the two of us knew we were headed…
344: THE BOBBLE WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA, BUT NOT FOR A SOUL TO STEAL
Family. Food. Football. To the typical American, those three words define the Thanksgiving holiday. But to me, at least in 2025, Thanksgiving weekend was defined by another F-Word, and that word was ‘Forty’. At 5:52am on Thursday November 27, 2025,…
327: YOU’RE KILLIN’ ME SMALLS IN SALT LAKE CITY
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…
311: MY TRIBUTE TO JIMMY CARTER ON HIS 100th BIRTHDAY – OCTOBER 1, 2024
In celebration of Jimmy Carter’s 100th Birthday on October 1, 2024, I am listing my Top Ten favorite Jimmy Carter highlights since I began my Presidential journey in 2013. I hope you enjoy! #1 MEETING THE PRESIDENT #2 SEEING JIMMY…
294: LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES, YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO GET IN SAVANNAH
With Vicki behind the wheel of the Jeep, it took about two-and-a-half hours to get from the Confederate Monument outside of St. Augustine and into downtown Savannah, Georgia. And as luck would have it, my photographer’s wife found reasonably priced…
287: ‘TOP JIMMY’ IN PLAINS AND THE ONLY PEANUT HE HATES
“Creaks in the night, my senses sublime. Footsteps in our room, or a step back in time? Maybe I was dreaming, or maybe it’s deja vu. But this was the home of the dead; plus, Vicki heard them too.” When…
286: IN PLAINS, I POSED WHERE JIMMY CARTER WALKED, STOOD, SAT, AND SLEPT
Even though I had an uncomfortable night due to the surgical tape wrapped around my upper body, I knew my photographer and his wife slept well as the two of them hardly moved a muscle until Tom’s alarm rang at…
234: I FOUND MY PRESIDENTIAL PRIDE IN BUFFALO
It’s been nearly six months since my last trip, and I’ve anxiously waited for the opportunity to hit the road again with my photographer. During that long layoff, I had undergone a couple of minor cosmetic surgeries – procedures where…