COOPERSTOWN, N.Y. — Walking through the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum is like following bread crumbs for 100 years.
The world is beautiful, ugly, memorable … a living, breathing postcard collage. This wasn't my first time in Cooperstown, but it was my first time with my family. The difference in sharing is striking.
It's obvious by my job that I love baseball. Connecting the dots with them was much more rewarding.
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