At the Baseball Hall of Fame
Cooperstown, New York
September, 2010

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Our first treat to ourselves upon our retirement from teaching, my wife Sue and I set out on an autumn tour of New England in the fall of 201. We were gone for three weeks. One of those days found me in a heaven that I had yearned for – the Baseball Hall of Fame.

We awoke in our hotel, grabbed some breakfast, and headed into downtown Cooperstown, a quiet little village right near the middle of New York. Legend has it as the site at which baseball was invented, back in the mid-1800s. The town is filled with architecture of the day – clapboard houses, two-story shops downtown, and a lovely park complete with a bandstand and many benches.

We got to the Hall just as it opened at 10 am. Being just past tourist season, there were virtually no crowds there at all – we had the place almost to ourselves, with the exception of a few others who used the same timing frame for vacationing as we did.

We bought our tickets and entered. This isn’t just some tiny place where there are 3 or 4 rooms to visit. This is quite the complex – various halls, each one dedicated to a certain aspect of the baseball galaxy.

There’s the hall of memorabilia dedicated to bats, balls, uniforms, and other artifacts from famous ballplayers and other figures. There’s a hall for the history of baseball, of the media of baseball – TV, radio, movies, and the like … it was here I was so glad to see the Twins’ own Herb Carneal inducted as a member – and to hear a clip of him describing a Twins game. There was a hall for the Professional Women’s Baseball League, made famous by the movie A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN.

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And of course, the main hall itself, where all those voted into this place had a plaque on the wall – thank God there weren’t many people there; I could stand and look at my favorites, getting even a few pictures with them (photo credit goes to Sue for these . . . )

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There were artworks, scorecards, posters, maps, books, movie clips – all there, all honoring the great moments of baseball – and for that matter, recounting some of the not so great moments.

It was a fine morning. We weren’t in there more than two hours, but I saw a lifetime of baseball. It was truly a bucket list day.

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