My photographer’s alarm went off at 4:30am on Thursday July 25, 2024 and that meant one thing – we had exactly two hours before our twelve-day trip to Kansas City, Missouri was scheduled to begin. Although the primary reason behind…
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293: STANDING IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF FOUR AMERICAN PRESIDENTS IN OUR NATION’S OLDEST CITY
I won’t hesitate to admit I had a very restless and uncomfortable night at the Holiday Inn Express in St. Augustine, Florida, even though I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts. The spooky image my photographer’s wife had captured in front…
282: SEVEN YEARS AFTER TRUMP’S VISIT, I TOOK A V.I.B. TOUR OF JACKSON’S HERMITAGE
My photographer had his alarm set for 6:00am on Friday April 19, 2024, but he hurriedly rolled out of the sack fifteen minutes early. As Tom sat poolside, I stood next to the television set and thought about the 256…
269: SHOCK ME – A DAY OF RECKONING AT MOUNT RUSHMORE LEFT ME PARALYZED WITH GRIEF
Monday, September 18, 2023, was a very special day for my photographer and his wife. When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am, the first thing my companions did was wish their twin grandsons, Bo and Rory, a happy ninth birthday. The…
262: OUR ELKHORN HIKE WHERE THE BUFFALO, AND ROOSEVELT, ONCE ROAMED
When Tom’s alarm went off at 5:30am on Monday September 11, 2023, the two of us took a moment to reflect on that horrific day in 2001. Even though I hadn’t yet been created in a Chinese factory when the…
248: THE CALDWELL MANSE WHERE CLEVELAND ROCKED
At precisely six o’clock in the morning on Sunday June 11, 2023, Tom’s alarm rang in our room at The Tides Motor Inn near Bayville, New York. I woke up with a smile on my face, sparkles in my two…
247: WE ALL FALL IN LOVE SOMETIMES
“Wise men say, we’re still in Oyster Bay. Sagamore’s now a memory, Ol’ Ted’s just a stone’s throw away. Painted eyes that tried to guide me, aching legs that still mystify me, yet it’s all worth it. We all fall…
246: THE UNFORGETABLE AND NEAR-DISASTROUS ROUGH RIDE TO SAGAMORE HILL
The tires squealed. I heard my photographer cuss. Even though I was upside down in the camera case, I never heard the sound of sheet metal being crushed – and that was a good thing. Maybe it was due to…
238: ON THE ROAD TO NOWHERE WITH THEODORE ROOSEVELT
It was precisely six o’clock when Tom’s alarm rang on the morning of Tuesday June 6, 2023. The weather forecast for that morning was cloudy, overcast, and a cool 57 degrees. My two companions got themselves ready, the Explorer packed,…
235: THE ROOM WHERE A COWBOY BECAME MR. PRESIDENT
The one-mile drive north along Delaware Avenue took us over the rainbow and into the Allentown section of Buffalo at just a few minutes before eleven o’clock on Sunday morning June 4, 2023. Tom found a parking spot behind the…