The Terrible Catsafterme

On Saturday morning, August 2, 2008, Bob and I departed Denise and Aaron’s house in Westerville for the final leg (or rather legs) of our road trip journey around Ohio. This was a day trip I had long planned as part of my “website-driven re-visits of places I’ve already been but have to see again because I was too stupid to take photos of myself by the landmarks when I was there the first time” tour. I was mostly interested in the Presidential stops, but Bob added a couple of additional places to visit to round out the full day. Aaron recommended an interesting restaurant at which to dine for lunch…and off we went. Read the rest of this entry »

I guess you could blame a tomato for my introduction to Bob Satterfield the man, not to be confused with Bob Satterfield the fish (as introduced here). And not just any tomato. I’m talking a 1928 tomato. Because it was Thomas Benton Roberts, who had been hit in the face with a tomato in the 1928 Laurel and Hardy silent comedy Two Tars who referred me to Bob (again, the man) to purchase a scene photo of himself covered in said tomato, which I could get autographed. How appropriate that Bob and I both hate tomatoes. Read the rest of this entry »

I began to panic the morning of Saturday, July 12, 2008, when I suddenly realized that I had spent too much time on the computer and in the bathroom – and had nothing in the room to tell me what time it was. Jimmy had already headed to breakfast and our buses, so not knowing if I was going to miss them, I scurried down the hall and outside. Turns out I had about ten minutes to spare before they left at 9am, so I was able to grab some sausages and an apple from the breakfast bar. That was okay though; I had been eating far too much my first week in Europe already. Read the rest of this entry »

I was up and rarin’ to go on the morning of Saturday, July 26, 1986. The Valley Forge Sons of the Convention was officially underway and we had a day ahead of us packed with fun events. The first item on the agenda was the Pee-Wee Contest at 9am. At this juncture in Sons history, the Pee-Wee Contest was only two years old, having originated at the ’84 convention in Ulverston, England – which my family did not attend. This was my first crack at the contest, and my showing was poor – setting the precedent for nearly all future Pee-Wee Contests (with the sole exception being the one that I won in 2006). I also started snapping photos right away – for the first time with my new Pentax, the first 35mm camera I ever owned. Read the rest of this entry »