“Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd. Buy me a new right arm and paint it black, I don’t care if I never get back. Let me root, root, root for Riley, he’s my…
Tag: Thomas Jefferson
216: SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW WITH ME AND BABY GUMM
When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Tuesday August 2, 2022, I couldn’t wait to be positioned upright again. For the second night in a row, I spent the entire time upside down while my surgically repaired arm had a…
215: CHASING ‘MOONLIGHT’ BEYOND THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
For exactly 74.4 miles, the three of us headed northwest from Duluth. We left Bob Dylan’s first home in the review mirror, while his second home in Hibbing, Minnesota appeared through the front windshield of our Jeep about 80 minutes…
214: I ‘RAVED ON’ WITH BUDDY & MARK AT THE DULUTH ARMORY
My photographer’s alarm had an echo to it when it rang at 6:00am on Monday August 1, 2022. That’s because I was still upside down in the cellophane-wrapped coffee cup where I spent the night following emergency surgery to repair…
213: A MINE IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE
For the first time since we left home two days earlier, I couldn’t wait for my morning to get started. Tom’s alarm went off at 6:00am and he had no trouble whatsoever completing his routine preparations before departure. But his…
212: KEWEENAW – NATIVE AMERICAN FOR ‘WHERE FUN GOES TO DIE’?
My photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Saturday July 30, 2022. While my companions seemed eager for the day’s journey to begin, I didn’t have the usual bounce in my step; there was no enthusiasm whatsoever. Perhaps it was due…
211: MY LEGEND LIVED ON AT THE BIG LAKE THEY CALLED GITCHIE GUMEE
It had been two months and five days since I underwent successful Spring Replacement Surgery and I was almost as good as new when Tom’s alarm rang at 4:30am on Friday July 29, 2022. While I was excited to once…
210: LIFE OR DEATH? THE HARROWING TALE OF MY DELICATE SPRING REPLACEMENT SURGERY
The 12-day trip that I endured with my photographer and Bob Moldenhauer from May 9th to May 20, 2022 took a physical toll on me. While my right arm was nearly broken in two during the last couple hours of…
209: ACCOSTED BY OHIO’S “BIGGEST @$$HOLE” AT McKINLEY’S FARM
When Tom’s alarm rang at 5:50am on Friday May 20, 2022, the final day of our 12-day trip was underway. Suddenly out of nowhere, I had an issue with my head – it fell off and rolled harmlessly onto the…
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…