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,…
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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…
251: WHILE IN TRENTON, I DISCOVERED WHY GOV. WOODROW WILSON LIVED IN PRINCETON
At 10:40am on Monday June 12, 2023, my companions and I left Princeton behind and headed for Trenton, the capital city of New Jersey. During my travels in recent years with my photographer and Bob Moldenhauer, I’ve been all around…
250: LIKE EINSTEIN, I DIDN’T BLAME GRAVITY WHEN I FELL FOR PRINCETON
Moments after my photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Monday June 12, 2023, Tom received a message from the one person he loves, besides me, who said an overpass bridge on I-95 had collapsed just outside of Philadelphia. The warning…
228: TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADERS ON ‘HAIL TO THE CHIEF’
For the past several months, since I returned home from my last trip shortly after Thanksgiving 2022, I’ve been busy with my photographer in the GBS Media Studio in Port Huron, Michigan as we recorded episodes of our show ‘Hail…
204: THE NIGHTMARE RETURNED DURING MY DENTURE ADVENTURE
I was relieved when Tom’s alarm rang at 6:30am on Tuesday May 17, 2022, primarily because I had survived the night. Two things haunted me from the moment my photographer turned out the room’s lights until the morning’s sunlight slipped…
144: RINGIN’ THE BELL OF FREEDOM IN PHILADELPHIA
For most normal people, Sunday is usually a day of rest and relaxation. Those words don’t exist when my photographer and Mongo are on the road together visiting historic sites, which was the case on Sunday May 23, 2021. As…
93: THE “TRIP OF DREAMS” BEGAN IN STAUNTON
It had been 27 days since the Secret Service kept me from meeting Bill and Hillary Clinton. Although I was still peeved over that ordeal, that feeling quickly went away when I was packed away into the camera case for…
77. SAN FRANCISCO WAS NO TREAT FOR HARDING OR FORD
At a few moments before noon on Thursday July 26, 2018, the ferry docked at Pier 33 from our three-hour adventure on Alcatraz Island. As amazing as the prison experience was for the three of us, it was great to…