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…
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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…
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…
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…
312: MY TRIUMPHANT RETURN ON ‘HAIL TO THE CHIEF’ WITH A TRIBUTE TO JFK
My photographer and I began taping episodes of our show, ‘Hail to the Chief’, in August 2021. The show has been intended to be our personal tribute to each President by telling stories and sharing photos about our journey around…
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…