Over Thanksgiving weekend, Papa et moi visited Cooperstown, NY, and the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum.
Pictures of the escapade are forever enshrined in virtual concrete on Facebook, but allow me to sum it up thusly:
If you love baseball, you will go to Cooperstown at some point in your life. It is the baseball lover's hajj.
If you like baseball, a trip to Cooperstown will turn you into a lover.
If you don't like baseball, well, you can just sit in the car with the radio on; you can still get Ontario stations.
Seriously, if not for the Hall of Fame, Cooperstown (which, actually, is not the birthplace of baseball as often claimed, but who cares?) would be...an intersection. Everything in the city is baseball-themed, but, since the Hall is there, it all makes sense. Beautiful, beautiful sense.
All should go - 7-hour, nearly 700-kilometre drive from Southern Ontario - and a beautiful drive through upstate New York it is.