Breakfast this morning in a small diner in Williamsport before we head out. It's called Peg and Bill's, and their food was pretty good. Nonetheless, what really distinguishes this place is Bill's habit of sitting down with the customers and engaging them in political conversations while they eat. Bill has certain conservative thoughts on welfare and overpopulation. He pretty much held court throughout breakfast. It was awkwardly amusing. The locals are pretty much used to this because the people at the table next to us said,"Don't you sit down, Bill. Just shut the hell up and go back to the kitchen."
Peg and Bill's Diner
We are heading north and east out of Pennsylvania and into New York. Upstate New York is filled with quaint little villages boasting old Victorian mansions re-painted in colors that weren't invented yet when they were built. Small dairy farms dot the countryside along the two-lane roads in between towns. Cooperstown is no different, except in one very special way. Cooperstown is the home to The National Baseball Hall of Fame.
Today is a slow day, nowhere special to go, no deadlines to meet. The Hall is open from 9am to 9pm every day during the summer. I would have taken more pictures, except everything is behind glass and creates a bad glare in my camera. The plaques themselves are not behind glass, so I did take a few pictures of Chicago Cubs Hall of Famers on my phone. You know, members of the '69 Cubs: Fergie Jenkins, Billy Williams, Ron Santo, Billy Williams, and Ernie Banks. Posting those pictures here would just make me ill. So here's the picture of the Hall itself:
We actually spent close to three hours here (who couldn't?), and then took in dinner at some fancy schmancy restaurant because we really hadn't spent much money today. That's right, I said "fancy schmancy."
Favorite town names:
Loyalsock, PA
Hopbottom, NY
Meshoppen, NY
Mehoopany, NY
No grand openings, no military weaponry.
We saw a giant arched, stone railroad bridge along the way - somewhere in Pennsylvania. I have never seen anything like this before. At first I thought it was a bridge we had to cross...I was ready to turn around:
Random observation from Randy:
"1950. I think that's when my dad stopped watching baseball, when African Americans were allowed to play."
Tomorrow:
Horse racing at Suffolk Downs, minor league ball in Lowell, Mass.
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