It has been a while since I have gotten out of town (I keep reading stories about teachers kicking it back on summer vacation, but most teacher I know don’t seem to know these teachers that spend 2 months on a beach). And after the events of the last year, I was pretty sure that I would be leaving town for a while this summer.
Being a baseball fan, I am required, if I am able, to at least once in my life journey to a small town in central New York to visit the Baseball Hall of Fame. It has been on my list of things to do for a long time. I have also wanted to be in Cooperstown on an induction weekend and take in the spectacle of tens of thousands of baseball fans in one place at one time. With the election of Frank Thomas, possibly the last member of the White Sox to be elected to the Hall for many, many years to come, it seemed like a perfect storm of events coming together.
Thus, I have finalized arrangements to travel with John Cosgrove and his father to Cooperstown in late July for the induction day weekend. I’ve spent some time researching what goes on, and while a bit pricey, I think that I have found away to navigate the pitfalls of almost 100,000 people cramming themselves into a charming, quaint, artsy town that is home to less than 2,000 people.