Hall of a neat tradition

For the second year in a row, during the week between Christmas and New Year's, my youngest son James and I made a pilgrimage to Cooperstown for a visit to the Baseball Hall of Fame. We love it there, and James has become a student of baseball history (geez, wonder where THAT came from?). It was a cold and snowy day up in Cooperstown -- perfect to spend indoors looking at plaques and displays about baseball. OK!