Like clockwork, Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Sunday July 13, 2025 – and I was still standing on the dining room table in our VRBO rental in Bellevue, Washington. I was excited to hit the road, albeit not a…
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331: I STOOD ON THE THRESHOLD OF HEAVEN, AND OH WHAT A VIEW
Within minutes after my photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Saturday July 12, 2025, Tom prepared to take on the day, and his wife wasn’t too far behind. From my position on the living room table where I had spent…
330: TOM SAVED BUCKS IN BELLEVUE, BUT ENDED UP SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
Friday July 11, 2025 began just like every other day on the trip when Tom’s phone alarm started to beep at six o’clock in our hotel room in Ontario, Oregon. Since the moment we arrived in the Beaver State, I…
329: THE EAGLE HAS LANDED, NEAR CRATERS OF THE MOON
Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on the tenth day of July. The weather forecast in Southern Idaho was reported as cloudless skies and higher than normal temperatures. That forecast had a familiar ring to it; after all, the past few…
328: ENCOUNTER WITH AN EVEL SPIRIT AT THE SNAKE RIVER CANYON
When my photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on July 9, 2025, I had one thing, and one thing only on my resin mind – Wendy Peffercorn, the lifeguard in the 1993 movie The Sandlot. During our previous day’s adventure, we…
327: YOU’RE KILLIN’ ME SMALLS IN SALT LAKE CITY
When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am, I was as excited as a youngster on his or her Little League team’s Opening Day. And for good reason – there wasn’t a cloud in the sky on Tuesday July 8, 2025 and…
326: ON A LONG AND LONESOME HIGHWAY, WEST OF OMAHA
Shortly after Tom’s alarm went off in our hotel room in North Platte, Nebraska at 6:00am on Monday July 7, 2025, I heard my photographer’s wife, Vicki, ask her husband what was on his agenda for the day. I nearly…
325: OH, GIVE ME A HOME, WHERE BUFFALO BILL ROAMED
My photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Sunday July 6, 2025, and the second day of our trip was about to begin in West Branch, Iowa. The first site of the day, however, would be visited by Tom and me…
324: THE ROAD TO THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST BROUGHT ME BACK TO HOOVERVILLE
It had been a little over three months since my last trip, which was a two-day adventure to Rutherford B. Hayes’ Spiegel Grove in Fremont, Ohio with my photographer, his wife Vicki, and Tom’s two granddaughters Reese and Brooke Fiscelli.…
323: A HISTORY-LOVIN’ TEN-YEAR-OLD SPENT SPRING BREAK WITH RUTHERFORD B. HAYES AND ME
Four months and seven days ago, my photographer and I returned from our final trip of 2024. Now we have a new notion, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all bobble heads are created equal. The world…