It was Friday morning July 12, 2019 and I had made it through the night at the General Morgan Inn without incident. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary; I never heard any strange sounds – except for the…
Presidential site adventures as told by a bobble head
It was Friday morning July 12, 2019 and I had made it through the night at the General Morgan Inn without incident. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary; I never heard any strange sounds – except for the…