When my last trip ended on May 3, 2024, I spent the next 78 days standing on a shelf with the rest of my Presidential bobble head friends. Although I was mentally prepared for the twelve-day adventure to Kansas City…
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298: INTO VIRGINIA WITH ITS MOUNTAINS OF BLUE; WE ENDED AT AN OHIO FORT, BUT WHERE WAS TIPPECANOE?
Our alarm rang on the 15th day of our trip at 6:00am on Thursday May 2, 2024. We had spent the night at the Hampton Inn in Mooresville, North Carolina, and now it was time to begin the laborious journey…
297: IF NASCAR IS A NATIONAL TREASURE, THEN THE SECRET LIES WITH CHARLOTTE
It was the first day of May 2024 when my photographer’s alarm awakened him at 6:00am. For Tom and me, there’s no better way to kick-off a day than to pay a visit to a Presidential site. And not just…
296: SWEET CAROLINA, GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEMED SO GOOD
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,…
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…