My photographer’s wife did a good job getting us safely into Columbia, South Carolina, and she did an even better job finding a parking spot in close proximity to the South Carolina State House. It was 2:15pm on April 30,…
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295: MY MORNING WITH TWO DECENT DOCENTS AT THE AUGUSTA HOMES OF WILSON AND WALTON
Tuesday April 30, 2024 began when Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am in our room at the Baymont Hotel in Augusta, Georgia. The first thing my photographer did when he rose out of bed was to remove my bandages to see…
294: LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES, YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO GET IN SAVANNAH
With Vicki behind the wheel of the Jeep, it took about two-and-a-half hours to get from the Confederate Monument outside of St. Augustine and into downtown Savannah, Georgia. And as luck would have it, my photographer’s wife found reasonably priced…
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…
292: THE ST. AUGUSTINE LIGHTHOUSE WAS HAUNTED – BUT I AIN’T ‘FRAID OF NO GHOST
Sunday April 28, 2024 began when Tom’s alarm rang at 5:45am. On that particular morning, my companions didn’t wake up in a hotel room, but instead had spent the night in the Melbourne, Florida home of my photographer’s good friend…
291: I SURVIVED THE SAWGRASS AND GATORS, BUT WAS PROVOKED BY THE PRICKLY PALM BEACH PIG
When Tom’s alarm went off at 5:30am on Saturday April 27, 2024, the first person to pop into my resin mind was Donald J. Trump. Not only were we headed to the one swamp he never tried to drain, but…
290: I WAS THE STAR OF THE ‘TRUMAN SHOW’ IN KEY WEST’S LITTLE WHITE HOUSE
When my photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Friday April 26, 2024, I was anxious for our second morning in Key West, Florida to begin. While the three of us didn’t do anything but relax after we arrived at the…
289: THEY MAY BE CALLED THE DRY TORTUGAS, BUT MY VISIT TO FORT JEFFERSON TURNED TO MUDD
It was still dark outside at 4:50am when Tom’s alarm woke my companions up on Thursday April 25, 2024. The early wake-up call didn’t matter much because this was the day the three of us had been waiting for since…
288: THIS BOBBLE HEAD WAS TALLAHASSEE CLASSY, DOWN TO THE F-L-A KEYS
It was nearly one-thirty in the afternoon on Tuesday April 23, 2024 when our Jeep Grand Cherokee crossed the Georgia-Florida line as Tom, Vicki, and I made our way from Plains, Georgia to the State Capitol Building in Tallahassee. Once…
287: ‘TOP JIMMY’ IN PLAINS AND THE ONLY PEANUT HE HATES
“Creaks in the night, my senses sublime. Footsteps in our room, or a step back in time? Maybe I was dreaming, or maybe it’s deja vu. But this was the home of the dead; plus, Vicki heard them too.” When…