For nearly 70 miles, Vicki navigated the back roads from Warm Springs down to Plains, Georgia in the early afternoon of Saturday November 29, 2025. During the first half of the trip, I couldn’t get Franklin Roosevelt out of my…
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345: A COOL MORNING IN WARM SPRINGS, WHERE FDR STOOD FOR THOSE WHO COULDN’T
Tom’s alarm went off at 6:00am on Saturday November 29, 2025 inside our hotel room in Newnan, Georgia. My photographer and I had no trouble getting into high gear that morning because the two of us knew we were headed…
344: THE BOBBLE WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA, BUT NOT FOR A SOUL TO STEAL
Family. Food. Football. To the typical American, those three words define the Thanksgiving holiday. But to me, at least in 2025, Thanksgiving weekend was defined by another F-Word, and that word was ‘Forty’. At 5:52am on Thursday November 27, 2025,…
340: I SANG LIKE NUN OTHER AFTER SURVIVING A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE IN THREE STATES
There wasn’t a ton of excitement in our Holiday Inn Express hotel room when Tom’s alarm went off at 6:00am on Monday July 21, 2025. The reason for the lack of enthusiasm was because my photographer, his wife Vicki, and…
339: I STOOD ON THE SURFACE OF AN ALIEN WORLD – “AND WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL?”
It was the 56th anniversary of the Apollo 11 astronauts landing and walking on the Moon, and there was no better way for me to celebrate that historic event than to stand on a destitute, other-worldly surface as well. That…
338: AFTER A ROUGH RIDE INTO NEVADA, I RUBBED ELBOWS WITH TEDDY ROOSEVELT AT THE CAPITOL
When Tom’s alarm went off at 6:00am on Saturday July 19, 2025, I was still thinking about the strange noises I had heard in the night. Those animalistic sounds were loud, as was the rhythmic pounding, and I was certain…
337: THE SCENIC PLEASURE OF RIMMING CRATER LAKE WILL GO DOWN IN THE ANNALS OF HISTORY
The fourteenth day of our scheduled three-week-long trip began on Friday July 18, 2025 when Tom’s alarm went off at 6:00am in our small room at the Timberline Lodge in Government Camp, Oregon. My photographer, his wife Vicki, and I…
336: FDR AND ME, TOGETHER AT MOUNT HOOD’S TIMBERLINE LODGE
The moment Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Thursday July 17, 2025, I heard his head bang against the knotty pine wall and his knee crack on the bed post in our small room at the Timberline Lodge in Government…
332: OVER THE RAINBOW AND INTO THE EMERALD CITY
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…
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…