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…
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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…
225: ON ‘HAIL TO THE CHIEF’, I JUST WANT TO BE YOUR TEDDY R.
“I don’t wanna be a tiger, ’cause tigers play too rough. I don’t wanna be a lion, ’cause lions ain’t the kind you love enough. I just wanna be, your Teddy R. Put a chain around my neck and lead…
208: BAD, BAD, OLD JOHN BROWN. BADDEST MAN IN THE WHOLE DARN TOWN
Thursday May 19, 2022 was get-away day for myself, my photographer, and our friend Bob Moldenhauer. We had spent the better part of six days in and around Washington D.C. and it was time to begin the long journey back…
181: SCHLEMIEL, SCHLIMAZEL, HASENPFEFFER INCORPORATED!
Legendary rock star Alice Cooper once said of Milwaukee: “It’s pronounced “mill-e-wah-que” which is Algonquin for ‘the good land.’” For the three of us, there wasn’t a better day to head for “The Good Land” than on Friday February 4,…
157: PROUD TO BE A CRAZY HORSE STORYTELLER
When our alarm rang at 6:30am on Sunday October 10, 2021, my photographer hopped out of bed and immediately went to the window to see if the sky was clear. But the sun wasn’t scheduled to rise for another half-hour,…
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:…
145: AT HANK’S, I WAS NO ORIDINARY JOE
It was Monday May 24, 2021 and the alarm clock on Tom’s phone went off at precisely 6:00am. A few minutes later, Mongo returned to our room at the Hampton after he had finished his morning run around the Princeton…
68: NO ROUGH RIDE TO SAGAMORE HILL
The alarm clock went off at 6:00am on Friday July 21, 2017 and my photographer and his wife had a lot of work to do before they headed towards Long Island. Cassie Diehm’s Studio was in the perfect location and…