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…
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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…
286: IN PLAINS, I POSED WHERE JIMMY CARTER WALKED, STOOD, SAT, AND SLEPT
Even though I had an uncomfortable night due to the surgical tape wrapped around my upper body, I knew my photographer and his wife slept well as the two of them hardly moved a muscle until Tom’s alarm rang at…
285: IF YOU AIN’T FIRST, YOU’RE LAST AT TALLADEGA SUPERSPEEDWAY
When Tom’s alarm rang at 5:20am on Sunday April 21, 2024, I thought we might be closer to Thunder Road than Talladega. Not only did I hear the distant rumble of thunder, but I also heard the sound of rain…
284: GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM, WILL YOU FLY ME TO THE MOON IN HUNTSVILLE?
My two companions got an extra half-hour of sleep on the morning of Saturday April 20, 2024. When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:30am, we still had well over two hours before launch. Yes, I said launch, because our first and…