I was sick most of that morning and didn’t start feeling a little better until Mom announced that we had reached the home of our 18th President, Ulysses S. Grant. We didn’t stay there, but a couple of hours; however it was one of the neatest places and I even got to meet Ulysses S. Grant. I know he wasn’t the real one, I’m not that stupid, but it was still cool to shake his hand and get an old fashion black and white picture taken with him. Boy we had to stand still a long time for that picture, but it was worth it.
That very same day we stopped at the home of President Abraham Lincoln in Springfield, Illinois. It was cool too, but I think I liked President Grants home better.