Cooperstown is adorable, no, charming. Charming is most definitely the right word for it. It was like a real-life version of Main Street U.S.A. at Disneyland. I didn't think that places like that really existed. Jennifer was smitten by it too and had decided that she needed to move there - until talking to a local about the harsh winters. Nevermind. It will have to remain a vacation destination for Jennifer, because she (like myself) grew up in SoCal, and is not willing to live in a harsh-winters kind of place.
But the main reason we visited Cooperstown was not to take in its charm, but to visit
The Baseball Hall of Fame
[Donald..........................................David]
While there Donald took charge of the camera, because The Baseball Hall of Fame was to him what the Desilu Museum was to me. So later that day when I looked through the pictures I discovered that he had snapped a photo of every baseball, glove, plaque, picture, and jersey that had ever held any significance (or not) in the history of baseball. Like so:
[Small, small, small sampling of the gazillions of sports memorabilia pics he took.]
[David, in the hall.]
But the main reason we visited Cooperstown was not to take in its charm, but to visit
The Baseball Hall of Fame
[Donald..........................................David]
While there Donald took charge of the camera, because The Baseball Hall of Fame was to him what the Desilu Museum was to me. So later that day when I looked through the pictures I discovered that he had snapped a photo of every baseball, glove, plaque, picture, and jersey that had ever held any significance (or not) in the history of baseball. Like so:
[Small, small, small sampling of the gazillions of sports memorabilia pics he took.]
[David, in the hall.]
