National Baseball Hall of Fame 4/17/03
A scary-looking "motel," located just a few doors from the Hall of Fame. Apparently the rooms are upstairs, over another giftshop. There are pictures of the interior posted on the door to the right, and it looks like something right out of a Jim Thompson novel. I wouldn't be able to close my eyes in a place like this.
We had lunch in a sandwich shop in Cooperstown where the walls are lined with 8x10 photos of famous people who ate there before us. Rush Limbaugh, Ruth Buzzi, Phyllis Diller... it's quite a lineup. But none had me as excited as this one: Fuyvish Finkel! He's Harvey Lipshultz on Boston Public, and is one of the coolest people on TV. I wish I knew where he sat, and what he ordered that day. I would've liked to accentuate the whole Fuyvish Finkel experience. Yes, you read that correctly.
A weathervane atop the Baseball Hall of Fame. By this time I was wore down, and felt like I'd been beaten with a large sack of onions. If the entire museum had been open, I'd probably be hospitalized right now. I'm not exactly in tip-top physical condition. I used to dream of being a Major League baseball player, now I can't handle a day of looking at pictures of Major League baseball players. This is where I am in my life.
The stuff I bought: a Cooperstown cap for five bucks (marked down from $14.99 in a dusty old drug store), a postcard of Johnny Bench's plaque for a quarter, and a wooden novelty sign from the 1950s, for $1.89. Steve bought the North American cloning rights for Ty Cobb, or some shit.