The alarm went off at 6:00am on Saturday May 22, 2021 and it was moving day. After a three-night stay at the Comfort Inn in Arlington, Virginia, my companions packed up their gear and we boarded the Rogue for our…
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142: IN THE FATUOUS FOOTSTEPS OF FORTY-FIVE
For some strange reason, my photographer didn’t set his alarm clock for the morning of Friday May 21, 2021. And because of that, Tom got an extra nine minutes of sleep before we headed out on our final day in…
141: THE DAY THE BOBBLE HEAD STOOD STILL
We had made it to the seventh day of the trip and Tom’s alarm rang at 4:30am on Thursday May 20, 2021. My photographer had a grand scheme to ride into Washington D.C. with Mongo and capture sunrise images at…
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…
139: YOU SAY TYLER; I SAY TAYLOE
My photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Tuesday May 18, 2021 and I was anxious to hit the road for two reasons: First, I knew I was headed for a tour of John Tyler’s ‘Sherwood Forest’; and this time the…
138: MONTICELLO – AN AMERICAN CHATEAU
When the alarm clock rang at 6:00am on Monday May 17, 2021, I nearly jumped off the television stand and into the camera case due to pure excitement. Even though we had three hours to wait before Jefferson’s home opened,…
137: JEFFERSON’S OLD STOMPING GROUNDS
The weather was mostly overcast when our alarm rang at 6:00am on Sunday May 16, 2021. The more I thought about it during the night, I truly believed that Tom and Bob selected Wytheville as their place to spend the…
136: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ANDREW JOHNSON
Tom’s alarm went off at 6:15am on Saturday May 15, 2021, which was a tad bit later than usual. But since we were only two blocks from our first site of the day, my photographer enjoyed the extra 15 minutes…
135: OUR FIRST NIGHT BECAME FRIGHT NIGHT IN GREENEVILLE
I had spent the entire night in the camera case, which was among the numerous belongings that Tom had packed for our two-week Presidential adventure. My photographer and I were once again hitting the history trail with Bob Moldenhauer on…
134: I SURVIVED THE WEEPING WOMAN
From behind the closed bathroom door where my photographer sat at 6:30am, I heard him yell out to his wife: “I have an idea of a place we can go to this morning if you’d like, but it’s about 50…