It had been a long three months since my last cross-country journey, and I was itching to hit the road – even though my photographer had dubbed our early February trip “The Winter Dance Party Tour”. In my mind, that…
Presidential site adventures as told by a bobble head
It had been a long three months since my last cross-country journey, and I was itching to hit the road – even though my photographer had dubbed our early February trip “The Winter Dance Party Tour”. In my mind, that…