Roadie!!!

It's a beautiful day in Mr. Robinson's neighborhood. Would you be mine, could you be mine, won't you be my personal servant who waits on me hand and foot? Purty please?

Silliness aside, I are now semi-comfortably back in the old homestead. The cows have been slaughtered for fresh Sir Loin of Beef, the goats have been let loose on the back forty, and those nasty little tofu chunks have left the building.

Free form silliness aside, I had a delightful week that featured the usual cast of actual smart folks (my co-workers), super smart folks (the mentally midgets inept I do payroll for), and the wickedly smart forks (Humane Resources). My co-workers came through with flying colors for my payrolls and the stress I thought would be there when I got back, weren't.

This weekend was good, in that I visited the annual town festival for the first time since I tried to get a booth to hawk this book (of which copies are still available for purchase here):

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And even saw a mini-clone of The Westboro Baptist Church protesting for some seriously unknown reason in a prime downtown location.



But, enough about that. Let me now regale you with tales of brave G.B.'s action packed road trip that took place July 2nd through July 9th. Let us state at the outset that I will be talking about said road trip (the first since 2008) for at least the next month and a half or so. Why? Cannon fodder, my good reader, cannon fodder.

And now, let us begin at the beginning.

Whenever I do a road trip, I always have one particular place I want to visit. One year we did the R&R Hall of Fame. Another year it was the Nebraska Zoo. Still another was the Zane Grey Museum, the U.S. Civil War Museum and the Columbus Zoo. This year, it was this wonderful place:

This was the one particular place that I wanted to go. A lot of fun things happened on the way to Cooperstown, NY, of the which the first was that even though my vaca started on July 1st, I had a ton o' errands to finish up on, so we left on the 2nd roughly around 10a.

We needed to follow the directions on how to get there from here (I-90W to exit 25A; I-88W to exit 24, NY Rte. 20W to NY Rte. 80, NY Rte. 80S to Cooperstown). So being the intrepid explorer I is, we took CT Rte 8 to I-90, because it was the quickest indirect route there. Roughly 3 hours later, we find ourselves tooling down I-88W, when out of the corner of our collective eyes, we saw the brown highway sign that said Baseball Hall of Fame Exit 24.

Excited, I roared down the exit ramp and followed the signs towards Cooperstown. Imagine my surprise when I saw the green road sign at the traffic light just over the bridge that said "Cooperstown, 51 miles thataway".

I said, "Seriously?"

So I hopped back on the highway and continued down I-88 for another 10 miles or so, when I spotted signs that said "Lodging yonder thisaway". So I took the exit for yonder thisaway, and after making an initial poor choice, we stopped at a Super 8 Motel, where we promptly experienced the first of exactly two price gouges for lodging on the trip. At this Super 8 Motel in Cobleskill, NY, where we expected the price to be about $90 (being the weekend when rates are slightly higher and that it's a Super 8), we were told that it was $125. After picking up our jaws from the ground, we paid the fee and tripped the light fantastic checking out the sights and sounds of Cobleskill NY.

I give this example of why you should take directions that a business has posted on their website with a huge bag of rock salt. On the website, they imply that its simply a hop, skip & a jump to there.

Tune in next week when I regale you with tales of the trip from Cobleskill, NY to Cooperstown, NY, and our experiences there at Cooperstown.

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