Tag: Thomas Jefferson
276: JUBILATION AND MOXIE AT THE MOMENT MY BLOG HIT A THOUSAND GRAND
On October 9, 2019, at the prodding and persistence of Mr. Rick Bieth, my photographer published his first post in this blog, which was designed to inform interested readers about our journeys to Presidential sites, historical sites, and anything else…
275: THE 1959 WINTER DANCE PARTY TOUR – A TRIBUTE TO BUDDY HOLLY, RITCHIE VALENS, AND THE BIG BOPPER
JANUARY 23, 1959 JANUARY 24, 1959 JANUARY 25, 1959 JANUARY 26, 1959 JANUARY 27, 1959 JANUARY 28, 1959 JANUARY 29, 1959 JANUARY 30, 1959 JANUARY 31, 1959 FEBRUARY 1, 1959 FEBRUARY 2, 1959 FEBRUARY 3, 1959 FEBRUARY 6. 1959 FEBRUARY…
274: OVER THE BRIDGE AND DOWN THE THUMB WHERE GARFIELD ONCE HAD FUN
Tom, Vicki, and I were 500 miles from home and still in the Central Time Zone when we reached the Michigan border at 12 noon on Thursday September 21, 2023. As soon as we arrived in Menominee, Michigan, which was…
273: THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN WAS AT THE RIVERSIDE BALLROOM
Thursday September 21, 2023 began for the three of us when Tom’s alarm rang at 5:45am. My photographer wanted to get an earlier-than-normal start because we were still 100 miles from our first destination of the day – the Riverside…
272: AFTER THE PROM, I WOUND UP IN THE NOOK – AND I LIKED IT!
Our morning at the ‘Little Hotel on the Prairie’ in De Smet, South Dakota began when Tom’s alarm rang at 7:00am on Wednesday September 20, 2023. My two companions weren’t in a huge hurry as Vicki wanted to visit The…
271: GOOD TIMES IN THE BADLANDS ENDED IN THE LITTLE TOWN ON THE PRAIRIE
Our twelfth full day of the trip began when Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Tuesday September 19, 2023. It was moving day, which meant my companions had to lug all of their gear down the steep wooden steps of…
270: I KEPT MY POKER FACE WHILE IN THE DEAD MAN’S HAND OF WILD BILL HICKOK
When Tom, Vicki, and I left Mount Rushmore National Memorial behind, I had no idea of where we were headed next – except when I heard my photographer’s wife say she wanted to find a bagel place in Keystone. When…
269: SHOCK ME – A DAY OF RECKONING AT MOUNT RUSHMORE LEFT ME PARALYZED WITH GRIEF
Monday, September 18, 2023, was a very special day for my photographer and his wife. When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am, the first thing my companions did was wish their twin grandsons, Bo and Rory, a happy ninth birthday. The…
268: HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A LITTLE STYLE, GRACE, AND SILENT CAL IN CUSTER STATE PARK
For the first time since we left Michigan ten days earlier, my photographer and his wife, Vicki, didn’t wake up to an alarm clock. Tom figured the three of us needed a more-relaxed day, which he figured would be spent…