“My goal is to stand naked in a waterfall in every state,” I joked to my fellow hikers. While that isn’t really a goal (too cold, too modest), if it was, I’d start with Ash Cave in Hocking Hills, Ohio, where the water cascaded off a massive inverted sandstone cliff into a large shallow pool.
When I was a kid, I had a strange paranoid tendency, though I think I came by it honestly.
In the March 1980 Republican primaries, George Bush had already lost what he called his “Big Mo” to Ronald Reagan. He bounded off his campaign plane in conservative Augusta, Georgia, for another obligatory meeting with local reporters.