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…
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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…
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,…