I didn’t realize what a handsome bobble head I was until I stood face to face with my doppelganger on my photographer’s latest episode of ‘Through the Eyes of Jefferson‘ on his new YouTube channel. And now, if you click…
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349: I’M FINALLY ON A YOUTUBE CHANNEL CALLED ‘THROUGH THE EYES OF JEFFERSON’
Today, February 16, 2026, is Presidents Day during the year when our nation is celebrating its 250th birthday. And for me, there’s no better way to celebrate this incredible patriotic time in our country than to bring our Presidents to…
348: HOMEWARD BOUND, BY GEORGE, WHEN WE HIT THE SPOT IN OHIO
The first day of December began like most of the other days on our trip when Tom’s alarm rang at precisely 6:00am at the Reid Ridge Lodge in Blue Ridge, Georgia. For most of that early morning, as my photographer…
347: MY SUNDAY IN GEORGIA WITH CARTER AND SQUATCH ENDED IN GOOD FORTUNE
Sunday morning November 30, 2025 began when my photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am in the Presidential Suite on the third floor of the historic Windsor Hotel in downtown Americus, Georgia. Although the room remained very quiet after Tom’s three o’clock…
346: A HISTORIC VISIT TO PLAINS AND MY FINAL SALUTE TO JIMMY CARTER
For nearly 70 miles, Vicki navigated the back roads from Warm Springs down to Plains, Georgia in the early afternoon of Saturday November 29, 2025. During the first half of the trip, I couldn’t get Franklin Roosevelt out of my…
345: A COOL MORNING IN WARM SPRINGS, WHERE FDR STOOD FOR THOSE WHO COULDN’T
Tom’s alarm went off at 6:00am on Saturday November 29, 2025 inside our hotel room in Newnan, Georgia. My photographer and I had no trouble getting into high gear that morning because the two of us knew we were headed…
344: THE BOBBLE WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA, BUT NOT FOR A SOUL TO STEAL
Family. Food. Football. To the typical American, those three words define the Thanksgiving holiday. But to me, at least in 2025, Thanksgiving weekend was defined by another F-Word, and that word was ‘Forty’. At 5:52am on Thursday November 27, 2025,…
343: I’M GOING HOME – TO SAY GOODBYE, TO FIFTY-EIGHT, WHO FELL FROM THE SKY
It was the moment of truth when Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Thursday July 24, 2025 in our hotel room in Dixon, Illinois. My photographer had tweaked his knee the previous evening at Lowell Park, but he figured the…
342: FROM DUTCH BOY SHOES TO HIS RAWHIDE BOOTS, REAGAN NEVER FORGOT HIS DIXON ROOTS
During the afternoon of Wednesday July 23, 2025, my companions and I had become completely enthralled with the childhood of Ronald Reagan. We had spent a little over an hour in Tampico, Illinois where we toured Reagan’s birthplace, and then…
341: BABY WHY DON’T WE GO, TO A PLACE CALLED TAMPICO – AND TOUR THE BIRTHPLACE OF RONALD REAGAN
There was nary a cloud in the sky when Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Wednesday July 23, 2025. Although I was anxious to visit the Iowa State Capitol Building during our first stop of the day, I was even…