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April 9, 2017 – Heroes and Inspirational Figures

I was reminded this morning of the overuse of the word hero by a report I heard on the news. They were talking about how brave a pop artist was to speak out on social issues and how she was a “hero”. In my opinion, not even close. I’m not even sure I’d put the pop star in the inspirational figure category. Who do I consider heroes and inspirational figures and what’s the difference? I’ll start with what I consider a hero. My heroes were willing to put everything on the line for a cause bigger than themselves. Some examples of my heroes are George Washington, Teddy Roosevelt, George Marshall, Mahatma Gandhi, and Nelson Mandela.

George Washington was willing to risk everything for the belief in something bigger than himself. Even more impressive was the fact he was willing to walk away from the office in President, even after it was offered to him for life. His belief in something greater than himself never wavered. The same can be said about any of the other great men on my list.

Teddy Roosevelt was a bigger than life personality and was a big believer in service above self. He created America’s first national park and was a big advocate for preserving wildlife for future generations to enjoy. He was also tough as nails. He was shot at a campaign stop in Milwaukee in 1912 and rather than go to the hospital, he finished his speech. He even made light of the wound by showing his blood-stained shirt to the audience and saying he would try to give them a good speech in spite of the wound. He also gave one of my favorite speeches about being the man in the fight, and not the critic who stands outside the fray. Here is a short excerpt:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

Speech can be found here.

George Marshall served as Chief of Staff of the Army during World War 2 and made many of the behind the scenes decisions that ensured victory. He was also the architect of winning the peace while serving as Secretary of State and authoring the so-called Marshall Plan which helped rebuild Western European economies after the end of World War II. The goal of the plan was to rebuild war-devastated regions, remove trade barriers, modernize industry, make Europe prosperous once more, and prevent the spread of Communism. He also served as Secretary of Defense. He was known for putting his soldiers first and his compassion for the man in the field.

Mahatma Gandhi and Nelson Mandela both sought to create independent nations from former British colonies. While they took different paths, both were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for what they believed. They both made indelible impressions on their nations and still inspire people around the world for their steadfast devotion to their beliefs. I admire both men for what they achieved and how the handled adversity.

Inspirational figures are to be admired for their achievements in the face of adversity, but they really never put their life on the line. The inspirational figures that motivated me are Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, and Ernest Hemingway. Michael Jordan and Tiger Woods for their work ethic and never say die attitudes. Ernest Hemingway for how he lived and how he crafted his stories. All three never stopped pursuing their dreams and achieved greatness through grit and hard work. They inspire me to this day.

Whatever measure you use for your heroes and inspirational figures, try to make it one worth envying. Think about the millions who have given their life for their country, and who made the ultimate sacrifice, before you equate their deeds with something less noble. Remember the words from John 15:13, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

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April 8, 2017 – Oh to be young again…

Today’s post will be fairly short and will violate the principle I put in yesterday’s post, that of not remaining anonymous.  While I won’t be posting under my name, the context of the story should be a good clue as to my identity.  The reason for the late post is that I spent the bulk of my day today with my son and grandson at Busch Gardens.  My grandson turned 2 a few months ago and has started being able to ride some of the small kiddie rides, so, we decided that Busch Gardens would be a good way to spend the afternoon while our spouses participated in a baby shower.  As with any great adventure, we swung through one of our favorite Scottish restaurants, McDonalds, picked up some Chicken Nuggets and headed to the gate.  Pulling into the parking lot, Soren quickly pointed out the roller coaster Apollo’s Chariot and got a huge grin on his face.

He has started talking and having conversations now, although most of it is hard to discern.  Still, he was pointing at the park and saying “I go” in a pretty animated fashion, so I was able to make out that he was a little excited.  Stuffing the remaining chicken nuggets in my pocket, we made our way into the park and headed to Oscar’s Wrigly Worms featuring Oscar the Grouch.  As we stood in line, I could see his mind churning watching the ride and trying to figure out what all was happening.  Periodically, he would turn to his dad and me, point and tell us about either Oscar’s hat, the smiling worms, the moving platform, and all the rest.  Our turn finally came, we climbed in and the ride began.  We sat in the back row, which was the furthest he had sat to date, and he wasn’t too certain at first if he really liked it or not, but with his dad and grandpa beside him, he held onto the bar and began to get a bigger and bigger smile on his face.  He had faced the uncertainty and had come to find that he truly enjoyed the ride.  Similar trials and victories were forthcoming as we hit the Elephant Fun ride, the Airplane ride and, of course, his favorite so far, the Turkish Delight teacup ride.  In between rides we’d have another chicken nugget, a little bit of water, and a decent walk/ride to the next one, until finally, with our lust for adventure sated, we headed to the car to head out to dinner.

I have always enjoyed amusement parks, but the type of enjoyment has changed over the years.  At first, the magic of this land of rides and thrills was the “best thing ever”.  Like Soren, my eyes would light up and I would want to see and do everything until I was too tired to do anything but sleep in the car.  As I got older, the magic of the parks faded, and the thrills were limited to how good the roller coasters were.  In my early twenties, I realized that the magic was gone and, if the park was empty enough to let me go on the coasters back to back to back, the thrills even diminished.  As we took the kids to the parks, I rediscovered a part of that magic again, but it was tempered by watching out to make sure everyone was together and that everyone was having fun.  Today, however, as we climbed onto the airplane ride, buckled in and waved to dad, I rediscovered the magic of the park.  I may not fit as well into those tiny cars, and I may need a bigger seatbelt than I used to, but with that tiny grip on my finger and that smile on his face, I went back in time and remembered the unbridled joy of the amusement park.  Maybe next time, I’ll get to ride in the stroller…

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April 7, 2015 – April Showers

Before I launch into today’s topic, I wanted to address a common question/suggestion/complaint we frequently get. Many of you have asked us to sign our posts because you want to know who wrote what. I get that, some of you may not know all three of us, some of you may be intrigued/appalled at the writing styles of one or more of us, and some of you may just only be interested in only reading one of us.

Frankly,we discussed this at length and decided to not sign these for a couple of reasons. First off, we believe that the differences in our writing styles, experiences, and choice of topics are interesting individually and that if we signed them, there would be biases or selective interpretation based on knowledge of the author rather than an assessment of the material on its own merits.  Second, we have been accused of hiding behind anonymity to avoid surprising anyone as to actions or stories from our past that may paint us in a less than stellar light. To that we simply believe you wouldn’t be surprised…disappointed maybe, but not surprised.  🙂   Finally, we aren’t trying to hide it, in many cases you can pretty much figure out the author based on style, context and some of the clues in the writing.  If it really important, though, shoot us a comment or ask one of us and we will tell you.

Well, yesterday was a stormy one for the greater DC area. A tornado was reported near Gainesville, flights were cancelled and power was intermittently out.  Storms can be frightening to live through, but I have always kind of enjoyed them. It doesn’t matter if is rain or snow, there is something about a big storm I like.  Don’t get me wrong, I hate shoveling snow, but during the storm itself, I am generally happy.  In thinking about it, it struck me that I actually relax and am peace during them, and I think that it is because the normalcy of the day and the responsibilities of day to day life change. 

Granted, it may be the introvert in me, but being able to settle in and have my schedule clear as events are suspended or cancelled is a breath of fresh air.  The newly free time, which can now be spent reading, watching a movie, or in a myriad of other activities, is a gift, a burst of freedom in the midst of day-to-day life. Sure, there are responsibilities that require some of that time, but even then the schedule has shifted and that time is now at my discretion, not my schedules.

While I can be at peace and relax when I am safe at home, during a big storm, the same cannot be said for driving or flying in those types of storms.  With the wind buffeting, the rain obscuring and the control of the vehicle seemingly at the whims of nature, my blood pressure goes through the roof, my adrenaline kicks in and my entire body gets tense.  The difference is that as opposed to being safe at home watching the might of nature and enjoying seeing the lightning and hearing the rain, in a vehicle I am exposed to its power and am at its mercy.  This makes me think of the story in the New Testament about the wise and foolish builders and really reinforced some points I have been examining in my devotions this week.  While I try to stay away from religion and politics, my faith in God is central to who I am, and I just felt like this was the post for today.

I know I am not a perfect Christian.  The longer I live the more I question my ability to be and continue to grow into a man of God…not because of His grace and forgiveness, but because of my weakness and failures.  Still, I strive to get there, warts and all.  In the parable of the wise and foolish builders, Jesus teaches that the wise man builds on rock so he can withstand the storms, but I think it goes beyond just withstanding.  In Psalms, God is referred to as our strong tower, our refuge, etc.  These are all indicative of safe places…places where we can observe the storm, yet rest because we are safe from it.  I really believe this is at the heart of the wise and foolish builder parable.  I truly think that God allows storms to rage in our lives to point out both the futility of trying to stop them under our own power, and to demonstrate how we can be at rest during them if we are protected in our refuge.  We can be at such rest that we can appreciate the might of the storm, while sheltered against it.  I know there are storms that destroy houses and lives, but I don’t believe that invalidates the point. 

So, the next time you are bundled in watching a major storm rage and enjoying the freedom of cancelled plans and the thoughts of curling up with a good book or movie, take a couple of seconds and appreciate the fact that, if you let Him, our heavenly Father will be that safe and inviting place for all the storms in our lives.  Have a great weekend!

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April 6, 2017 – Oh The Places You’ll Go (Interactive Post #2)

Our brief sojourn up to mid-state New York last weekend got me thinking about all the places we’ve all gone in our lives and how to pass some of that on through our digital dust. So here goes the second interactive post which requires all our readers to participate as well. Last time we had three people join in (one if you don’t count my coauthors who are obliged to participate.) Let’s shoot for double digits this time.

Favorite Place You’ve Lived: Guam because for most of us, it was like living on the beach for two straight years. Even for those of us who couldn’t get on the sand every day, it was sort of like living in a resort complex with great people, great food and great scenery. There’s always something special about living on a military installation overseas that can’t quite be described in words and Guam had that characteristic in spades.

Favorite Place You’ve Visited: Gold Coast of Australia specifically snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef. You just can’t beat a nice sail on a catamaran followed by a couple hours sharing the water with massive schools of parrot fish, giant clams and the brilliant colors of the reef. And of course, the Aussies have better hospitality than any other culture. We also purchased our largest souvenir in Australia and use it to this day.

Place You Want to Visit the Most, but Haven’t Been There Yet: Domestically, the answer is Alaska. I dream of seeing and maybe climbing Denali at some point.  Depends on how old I am when I finally get there. Internationally, it is Iran. I am mentally fascinated by the extensive history, culture and architecture of the Persians and all the iterations of their societies. Unfortunately, I highly doubt I will ever see that land.

Place You Don’t Want to Ever Return To: Nairobi, Kenya.  Kitschy restaurant that served all kinds of game; dirty marketplace with trashy souvenirs; and no real culture that I could ascertain. Maybe I went to the wrong places at the wrong time or with the wrong people, but regardless it left a negative impression.

Your turn. Let us all know about your world travels or the dreams you have about them

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April 5, 2017 – Be Here

Today’s short post is about mindfulness. Mindfulness is a state of active and open attention on the present. When you’re mindful, you observe your thoughts and feelings from a distance, without judging them good or bad. Instead of letting your life pass you by, mindfulness means living in the moment and awakening to experience.

Being mindful also means not allowing future expectations or past experiences interfere with your happiness. While we do advocate making plans for the future – we also want to stress the importance of living in the here and now. Time is a finite commodity for all of us and mindfulness is the way to get the most out of every minute.

I’d like to share some videos about mindfulness that can explain the concept much better than me. This is a habit that I’m working on – and so far, it’s really helped me focus.

 

 

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Stay Out of My Personal Space

Today I was listening to a podcast about the use of solitary confinement in our prison systems. It was actually the second podcast I’ve listened to on this topic in the last month. Today’s podcast was an episode of Hidden Brain, a show that always teaches me something about how people think and leaves me wondering about my own mental faculties. The other podcast was an episode of Stuff You Should Know, a show that tackles the origins and developments of stuff ranging from Famine to Hyperloops to Breastfeeding. The hosts are hilarious and I definitely recommend any of their live shows. But I digress.

During the podcast, a researcher who looked at myriad aspects of the US prison system’s use of solitary confinement relayed tons of interesting information from solitary confinement’s origins as a replacement for mental institutions (trading one evil for another?) to the conditions of solitary and how they impact people held there. One anecdote struck me and reinforced a simple piece of advice I received long ago that I want to pass on to our kids and their kids, etc. In the story, the researcher talked about two rival gang members who occupied cells with an adjoined wall. The two gang members entered solitary as sworn enemies but as their time in solitary ran on, they began talking to each other through their cell doors to help pass the team. One day, both cell doors were inadvertently opened at the same time. This is never supposed to happen as the one of the main purposes of solitary is to isolate prisoners from ANY interaction with each other. As soon as the prisoners recognized the doors opening, they reached around the corner of the doorways and held each other’s hand. They were so desperate for human touch that they sprung at the one chance they had to make contact even though these two thugs would have never even thought about holding hands under other conditions. It wasn’t in their realm of thinking as rival gang members or as macho dudes who had an image to uphold.

Here’s the advice I was given: Never underestimate the power of touch, especially during an argument. I know this advice works from experience and I also know it’s really hard to put into practice. The last thing any of us want to do during in argument is reach over to the person who is getting gon our last nerve or failing to listen to our perspective and touch their shoulder or hold their hand to help calm the situation. But it works. It changes the entire dynamic and calms both people down. But don’t reserve this technique only for arguments. As demonstrated in the anecdote above, most of us crave human touch even if we won’t admit it. We also have the hurdle of American understanding of personal space which we essentially define as the state of Texas. It’s a self-imposed cultural hurdle that holds us back from the joy of (appropriate) touch. Just my opinion, but if we got over that as a society, America might make some progress on the happiness quotient.

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Extra Innings

I know my coauthor said yesterday’s title would be the last baseball reference for awhile, but I couldn’t help continue the baseball theme with opening day happening for the majority of MLB teams today. So I thought I’d take us into extra innings with some dad thoughts about things we can learn and apply to our lives from the national pastime.

#1) Tradition has value: The saying goes that the only constant is change. That hasn’t been true in the oldest professional sport in America. Some argue that tradition simply gets in the way of progress. In fact, I’ve used that exact phrase with my Navy colleagues when “discussing” the finer attributes of service rivalries. So please don’t pass this on to any of them, but I find great value in the consistency and foundational aspects of traditions. Maybe, it’s because I’ve been around too many people for too long who push change primarily for change sake (or for their own sake). Change has to be balanced by tradition—those things we can always come back to in the storm of chaos or look forward to as traditional dates on the calendar to help us connect with the people and things we love. Our trio’s journey this past weekend has become a tradition the value of which was described a few days ago. Think about your traditions and how you can maintain them OR create new traditions that bring you together with those you love or things you enjoy.

#2) Performance over the long haul matters more than the flash in the pan: Baseball’s season is 162 games long and every game matters. If you don’t believe that, talk to the ’69 Cubs. The baseball season is a grind. Each player has to be ready to perform at their best over the course of the entire season. Stars and other starters get into a groove through routine play, but they can hit a mental block when those cold streaks come—and they always do. Bench players or relief pitchers never know when they’ll be asked to enter the game, but must always be ready to perform. There are no short cuts. Baseball lore is filled with “athletes” who tried to cheat the game. Those players are forever tainted with a negative tinge and despite their prolific accomplishments will always be put in a separate category carrying the dreaded asterisk. Their “feats” simply don’t matter in the context of the game and those who worked so hard to play it at all levels.

#3) It’s okay to swing and miss: Even the best hitters over the history of the game have only hit about four out of ten times at bat. They fail at least 50% more than they succeed. Yet every new at bat brings a fresh chance to succeed. Think about names like Aaron, Ruth, Fisk, Morgan, or current players like Harper, Bryant, Posey and Cespedes. None of them go to the plate thinking about their last strikeout, ground out or flyout. They all walk up knowing they have a brand new chance to get a hit, drive in the run or crush one over the left field wall. We all make mistakes, lots of them, but they don’t define us…our hits do. Think about it. Batting averages are listed based on the number of hits you get, not the number of outs you make. Remember this next time you’re at the plate…whatever shape your plate takes.

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April 2, 2017 – Safe at Home!

Okay, that’s the last of the baseball puns for this series.  We arrived home late this afternoon/early this evening after a final hurrah as we headed home.  As I mentioned yesterday, we returned to the hotel to watch the final semi-final game of the NCAA Tournament only to discover that we are older than we thought and that staying awake is harder than it used to be.  Although a couple of us woke up in time to see the last couple of minutes of the game, we realized that maybe, just maybe, we need more rest than we used to.  We got up, had breakfast and made our way to the van, not necessarily ready to return to work, but ready to return home.

This time the weather was beautiful, the drivers were marginally more intelligent and polite, and the potholes, although in abundant supply, didn’t seem quite as deep or treacherous.  We realized a number of things while on the road together so long.  One things is that none of us really stop very frequently, but we do require certain things to make the drive tolerable, such as coffee, music, and topics of conversation.  While music (thank you XM Radio) and topics of conversation were never lacking, the nearest Starbucks was 40+ miles away, which meant we had to make the first short leg on nothing more than hotel coffee and happy thoughts.  To keep our minds engaged, we began discussing this trip and our next one which happens to coincide with our fantasy football draft.  We also decided that, since one of us is fleeing the US for London for a time, we should try to put together a trip centered around golf in Scotland.  While none of us are scratch players, we agreed that a horrible round of golf at St. Andrews still beats any decent day at work, so, while we didn’t set a date, we did agree, in principle, to get a trip on the books at some point.

40 miles into the trip we made a very, very necessary stop at a Starbucks, which happened to be across the street from a “Color Run”.  Thanks to exquisite timing, we arrived just behind some of the participants and their supporters, which allowed us plenty of time to examine the same food options that you can find at every Starbucks.  Fortunately, the line moved at a decent pace and we gathered our liquid resolve and returned to the van ready to tackle the potholes of Pennsylvania.  Now, I don’t know how many of you have had the opportunity to travel the Keystone State’s highway system, but it certainly will test your suspension, your tire integrity, and your physical stamina.  It is an interesting problem, though, because the roads are equally chewed up, allowing the focused driver to see the historic first application of concrete to make up the highway, are also seemingly constantly under construction, leading us to conclude that Pennsylvania views road construction the way some of us view the snooze button.  It is important to set it and acknowledge it on a periodic basis, but it doesn’t necessarily mean any action will be taken.

After stops for gas and lunch, we made the final run down Interstate 15 past Gettysburg, through Maryland and back to our starting point in Virginia.  Two main things came out of this final run.  First, we found a fantastic restaurant in Harrisburg for lunch.  We had the pulled pork and pear pizza and the brisket and eggs tacos, which both seemed a little strange when we first ordered, but upon tasting them, decided that the chef was either brilliant or incredibly lucky.  The ambiance was amazing and the location, down near the river was perfect.  I can see going back there the next time we run up to Amish country.  The second thing was we still continue to inspire and challenge each other.  I have to admit, I, personally, am happy about this.  I have had friendships where after about 15 minutes it gets stale and boring, and I was concerned that that might happen at some point.  That is not a dig at my co-authors, rather an acknowledgement that, after all these years, the fact that we are still able to make each other laugh, speak truth to each other, and, together, create something better than any one of us could create, we really are blessed to have each other as friends.

I don’t want to take up much more of your time, however, I did want to address one of the comments from an earlier post.  The pork “wings” are smaller pig knuckles, barbecued and marinated in a mango-habanero barbecue sauce, and they are amazing.  One side note, an unnamed member of our group, who happens to be a Cardinals fan and who’s name rhymes with mob, raised the question as to how the brewery obtained such small pig knuckles, noting that they must have gotten them from piglets, rather than pigs.  It would have been fine had he stopped there, however, he followed that up with the question, do they just slaughter the piglet or do they just use the legs and continue to raise the piglet to adulthood so as to maximize the potential of their investment.  You may be pleased to note that 2/3 of the trio, while thinking that a humorously dark aside, decided that it was best not to pursue that line of thought and quickly changed the subject.

So, what came out of this that is relevant to you, our readers?  Well, first off, the idea of taking time with your friends and family is something that all three of us believe is of the utmost importance.  Most, if not all, people view their lives as experiences they have had rather than things they have acquired.  During the course of our discussions we realized we could recall moments in time much more frequently than we could recall purchases.  The point is that we remember more how we spend time than money.  It is hard to believe that when money is tight, but that doesn’t make it untrue.  Second, if there are things you want to do in life, write them down, and then do them.  Not necessarily immediately, but don’t let limitations of the past become limitations of the future.  There were a thousand reasons why we shouldn’t go to Cooperstown this weekend, and, frankly, only a couple supporting our decision, but at the end of the day, none of us can say our time together was a mistake or wasted.  Finally, there are a few people in life you will ever want to travel with.  Sure, we had friends throughout our collective lives, but the relationship we have with each other and our families is different…and that difference is vitally important.  Enjoy the time you have with each other, and be open to new frontiers.  The three of us have been greatly blessed.  We have had the opportunity to travel around the world, but the opportunity is there for all of us.  The main point to take away is don’t be afraid to travel and take on new things.  It will grow you, much as it did us, and, if you need a traveling companion, any of the three of us would be happy and honored to serve in that capacity.

Remember, you can do anything you choose to do…embrace it!

Have a great week, the normal posts should return tomorrow.

BTW, interesting fact, the number of inductees to the baseball Hall of Fame and the number of World Series titles the Minnesota Twins have won is the same…3.

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April 1, 2017 – Who’s On First?

Today has been a good day.  As you know, today is the day we hit the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown.  Although we had to clean fresh snow off of the van amid yet another snowstorm, we made our way from our lakeside lodge back to downtown Cooperstown and found a remarkable little local diner where we started our day with pancakes, eggs, and omelets.  It was one of those little “hole in the wall” places that beat chain restaurants and reflects the small-town character of the Cooperstown area.  I think the small-town, country aspect of this area is what stood 0ut the most.  It definitely reminded us of the hundreds of midwestern and southern towns we grew up around.  

At 2 minutes to opening, we pulled up to the Hall of Fame and made our way inside behind a troop of Boy Scouts and a father and his son who was wearing a Cubs hat.  First off, a tip of the hat to the Hall of Fame and their support of the military.  Active and retired military get in for free and non-retired veterans get in for half price. When you first walk in and are waiting to get your tickets, you are greeted by statues of Lou Gehrig, Jackie Robinson, and Roberto Clemente and a quote underscoring character.  Based on the ticket seller’s recommendation, we started on the second floor with the team lockers, where each team has a locker of memorabilia related to the team.  After perusing the lockers of our beloved Cards, Cubs and Twins, we proceeded to examine the rest of the 2nd floor, where a timeline of baseball highlighted the trio of Tinker to Evers to Chance and the Cubs’ four pennants and two World Series titles in 5 years between 1906-1910, followed by exhibits on the Cards and the gashouse gang, the Brooklyn Dodgers, the Yankees, and many of the famous players as it wound around to present day and a display of the world series rings and watches, and a video look at the 2015 series as the Hall is still in negotiations with the Cubs and the Indians for memorabilia, etc., from the 2016 series.  

The third floor starts with a look at some of the famous ball parks, primarily focusing on Ebbets Field, Yankee Stadium, Shibe Park, Fenway and a few others.  This then led to a Hank Aaron exhibit, and then to the records section.  Finally, we made our way down to the first floor, where we saw the individual plaques and displays on the broadcasters that have made baseball America’s pasttime and an exhibit on baseball in the movies, featuring uniforms and props from A League of Their Own, Bull Durham, the Rookie, and many others.  After making our way through the store we saw the snow had stopped and the day started to turn a little warmer, so we headed to a couple of stores on Main Street, were directed to an excellent little coffee shop just off the main drag, and sat down to plot out the remainder of the day.  

After a quick stop by the lake and Council Rock, where native americans would meet, we drove out to Ommegang Brewery for lunch based on the Yelp reviews and descriptions of the food.  There we dined on pork “wings”, fried brussel sprouts, chicken and waffles, steak and fries and a roasted beet salad.  The brewery produces Belgian style beers and was architecturally designed to look similar to a traditional Belgian brewery set in a mountain-backed countryside. The location was beautiful, the food wonderful and, again, the company was great.  Filled beyond our ability to comfortably move, we headed to the Holiday Inn Express for a brisk 30-minute (or so) nap, before contemplating food/entertainment for the evening.  

An hour or so later, we searched Yelp for sports bars and headed out once more to find a place where we could eat if we got hungry and watch the Final Four.  After an aborted attempt at a place with an amazing potato and cauliflower soup, jalapeno churros, and parmesan garlic fries, but no TV, we again turned to Yelp and found a sports bar back in downtown Cooperstown, where we played pool and watched Gonzaga narrowly defeat South Carolina, before heading back to the hotel for game 2 and bed.]

A few thoughts from today stand out.  First, the Baseball Hall of Fame is definitely worth visiting, however it is much more focused on the history of the game rather than emphasizing individuals who transcended the game.  For purists who appreciate the team aspect of the game, it is quite satisfying.  For those of you wanting to know more about individual players (other than Babe Ruth and Hank Aaron) it leaves you wanting a little more.  Second, Cooperstown and the entire south central New York area is much more like small town America than you’d think.  Combine the small towns of the midwest with the mountains and lakes and it makes for a very beautiful area.  Third, it doesn’t matter where you go, if you look hard enough, treat people well, and talk with people, you discover a lot of local gems you wouldn’t get from just hitting the main attractions. With this approach we discovered good food, good coffee, and good lodging.  Four, bring a map, just in case.  We have had areas of limited or no cell coverage, no GPS, and limited knowledge of the local area.  While that can lead to adventure, sometimes you just want to figure out how to get back to town.  Finally, very, very few of the experiences you put on your bucket list will be like you picture them in your imagination.  The key thing is to let go of your expectations and preconcieved notions and enjoy each moment as it comes…even if it was unexpected.