It had been just over eight long months since my last Presidential trip and I was getting antsy standing around with my head nodding and nowhere to go. It seemed that every night I stared in wonderment as my photographer…
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73: DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON ME
With Vicki at the wheel of our Avenger, we made the 54-mile drive from Greeneville to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee in a little over an hour. As we got close to our first destination, which was the Comfort Inn and Suites…
72: UPHILL BATTLE TO VISIT ANDREW JOHNSON
The alarm clock in our Lebanon, Virginia motel room went off at 7:00am, which was about an hour later than normal. I laughed to myself when I watched my photographer and his wife struggle to get out of bed. There…
71: IT’S BRISTOL, BABY!
For Vicki, Saturday August 19, 2017 was “Race Day”; or technically race night as we were headed to the Bass Pro Shops/NRA Night Race at Bristol Motor Speedway that was scheduled to start at 7:30pm. For my photographer, it was…
70: I’M IN VIRGINESSE; OR IS IT TENNEGINIA?
As my photographer and his wife hurriedly pack the car at 3:30pm on Wednesday August 16, 2017 for our five-day trip to Bristol, Tennessee, all I could think of was Elvis Presley. Yes, part of Bristol is in Tennessee and…
69: INTO THE BEDROOM, NOT THE CLOSET, AT WHEATLAND
Through the window of the Courtyard by Marriott motel, I saw the weather looked perfect as my photographer and his wife packed up their belongings for the last time on the trip. It had been an amazing adventure, and I…
68: NO ROUGH RIDE TO SAGAMORE HILL
The alarm clock went off at 6:00am on Friday July 21, 2017 and my photographer and his wife had a lot of work to do before they headed towards Long Island. Cassie Diehm’s Studio was in the perfect location and…
67: FAT TOM OF THE OPERA
It was Thursday July 20, 2017 and my photographer’s wife was very excited. No, not because it was the 48th anniversary of the Apollo 11 Moon landing; it was the day one of her longtime wishes would come true. Since…
65: IMAGINE NO SOUP FOR YOU
It was roughly a two-block walk from Cassie’s brownstone apartment to the Carroll Street subway station where we took the ‘F’ train into Manhattan. My first experience on a NYC subway train was far different than when I rode the…
64: JAMAICA, MAHN – THE BIRTHPLACE OF M.A.G.A.
My photographer and his wife had been in Sandwich, Massachusetts for over a day and not once did they eat a sandwich, unless a hamburger is considered a sandwich. It was Monday July 17, 2017 and we pulled out of…