The day was growing old when we departed Quincy, Massachusetts and headed north towards Boston on Thursday June 8, 2023. As I saw the clock ticking towards three o’clock in the afternoon, I started to wonder what the traffic situation…
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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…
222: JUST PLANE FUN ON BLACK FRIDAY IN DAYTON
As soon as my photographer’s alarm went off at 6:00am in our Dayton, Ohio hotel room, I couldn’t wait to hit the road. It was Friday November 25, 2022; which was more than just Black Friday to me. That’s because…
215: CHASING ‘MOONLIGHT’ BEYOND THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
For exactly 74.4 miles, the three of us headed northwest from Duluth. We left Bob Dylan’s first home in the review mirror, while his second home in Hibbing, Minnesota appeared through the front windshield of our Jeep about 80 minutes…
206: HEADLESS AFTER SPRING BREAK IN WASHINGTON
Our last full day in our nation’s capital began when Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Wednesday May 18, 2022. Even though we had been in Washington for five days up to that point, I knew my photographer had saved…
204: THE NIGHTMARE RETURNED DURING MY DENTURE ADVENTURE
I was relieved when Tom’s alarm rang at 6:30am on Tuesday May 17, 2022, primarily because I had survived the night. Two things haunted me from the moment my photographer turned out the room’s lights until the morning’s sunlight slipped…
198: I GOT MY EXORCISE IN KENNEDY’S CAMELOT
It was Saturday May 14, 2022 when my photographer, along with his good friend Bob Moldenhauer, were awakened by their alarm clock at 6:00am in our La Quinta hotel room near the Manassas Battlefield. I was ecstatic – it was…
197: OUR LUCK WAS TESTED ON FRIDAY THE 13th
Tom’s alarm went off at 5:50am on Friday May 13, 2022. When my companions opened the curtains in our room at the Hampton Inn, there was no doubt Friday the 13th had begun with horrible luck. A storm was moving…
167: OSWALD – FROM SHOT TO FINISH
It was the day I had been waiting for since we left on the trip; and it was also the day my photographer decided to sleep in. However, when his alarm finally rang at 7:45am on Tuesday October 19, 2021,…
151: THE FACE OF HISTORY CHANGED WITH GRACE
Fifteen days after I had visited The Henry Ford Museum with my photographer and Bob Moldenhauer, I was on the road once again – but this time Vicki was with us instead of Mongo. And that meant only one thing:…