Let me start off by stating the obvious – I despise John Wilkes Booth, and what he did in 1865, with every resin fiber in my body. As a matter of fact, I can’t stand any pathetic, low-life, scum-bucket, maggot…
Tag: Mary Surratt
140: BOOTH’S TRAIL TOOK US FROM DIRT TO MUDD
As usual, my photographer’s alarm rang at precisely 6:00am. It was Wednesday May 19, 2021 and from my perch alongside the TV in our Dahlgren, Virginia hotel room, I watched as he and Mongo got ready for the day. While…