My OperaCleveland Rocks
Thursday, June 15, 2006 12:18:42 AM
From: Somewhere outside Cleveland
To: Chicago
Miles: 477
MPG: 51.4
Cleveland Rocks!
Having finally made it to Cleveland, our first stop of the day was – of course – the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We cruised on in with the I-Pod cranked up to 11 while listening to Neil Diamond belt out “Sweet Caroline”, all the while with Jon bitterly complaining about the music selection. (Our marriage was saved by a quick switch to The Clash) Highlight of the Hall of Fame (for Jon): the two-floor Bob Dylan retrospective. Highlight of the Hall of Fame (for Jessica): old cuts of Howlin’ Wolf and Louis Armstrong, which Jon scoffed at as “good stuff, but NOT rock ‘n roll.”
The giant rubber stamp outside of the Rock and Roll HOF was pretty rockin’ too.
Why Get a Room When You Can Travel in One?
From there we set off across Ohio and into the great state of Indiana. Stop number one in the Hoosier state: The RV Hall of Fame. We nearly missed this incredible site, and had it not been for Barbara, the elderly docent, and true Midwestern hospitality (“I can’t let you drive all the way from Massachusetts and not come in!”) we might not have gotten a glimpse of May West’s old trailer and several more plebian versions of America’s favorite way to travel (until $3 gas prices, that is) from 1913 on.
So That’s What Blueberry Wine Tastes Like
Remember that song about getting drunk on blueberry wine? Those people must have been some serious alcoholics; we can’t even begin to fathom the amount of desperation that would cause a person to drink more than a sip of the stuff, much less enough to reach intoxication! One wine (No Name Red, Blueberry, Cherry…) was worse than the next. New rule of the trip: No more wineries for us ‘til we hit the west coast. (Though if we come across any in SoDak we may have to change our minds on the ‘so bad it’s good’ principle.)
Oh My God! He’s Really Naked!
What attraction could cause us to drive 45 minutes out of our way in the back woods of Indiana? Only one thing: The Ladies Leg Sun Dial in the middle of the Sun Aura “Clothing Optional” Colony. As we were taking in its glory, an actual nudist ambled into view, presumably taking a stroll to the local convenience store. What do you think they do in winter?
To: Chicago
Miles: 477
MPG: 51.4
Cleveland Rocks!
Having finally made it to Cleveland, our first stop of the day was – of course – the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We cruised on in with the I-Pod cranked up to 11 while listening to Neil Diamond belt out “Sweet Caroline”, all the while with Jon bitterly complaining about the music selection. (Our marriage was saved by a quick switch to The Clash) Highlight of the Hall of Fame (for Jon): the two-floor Bob Dylan retrospective. Highlight of the Hall of Fame (for Jessica): old cuts of Howlin’ Wolf and Louis Armstrong, which Jon scoffed at as “good stuff, but NOT rock ‘n roll.”
The giant rubber stamp outside of the Rock and Roll HOF was pretty rockin’ too.
Why Get a Room When You Can Travel in One?
From there we set off across Ohio and into the great state of Indiana. Stop number one in the Hoosier state: The RV Hall of Fame. We nearly missed this incredible site, and had it not been for Barbara, the elderly docent, and true Midwestern hospitality (“I can’t let you drive all the way from Massachusetts and not come in!”) we might not have gotten a glimpse of May West’s old trailer and several more plebian versions of America’s favorite way to travel (until $3 gas prices, that is) from 1913 on.
So That’s What Blueberry Wine Tastes Like
Remember that song about getting drunk on blueberry wine? Those people must have been some serious alcoholics; we can’t even begin to fathom the amount of desperation that would cause a person to drink more than a sip of the stuff, much less enough to reach intoxication! One wine (No Name Red, Blueberry, Cherry…) was worse than the next. New rule of the trip: No more wineries for us ‘til we hit the west coast. (Though if we come across any in SoDak we may have to change our minds on the ‘so bad it’s good’ principle.)
Oh My God! He’s Really Naked!
What attraction could cause us to drive 45 minutes out of our way in the back woods of Indiana? Only one thing: The Ladies Leg Sun Dial in the middle of the Sun Aura “Clothing Optional” Colony. As we were taking in its glory, an actual nudist ambled into view, presumably taking a stroll to the local convenience store. What do you think they do in winter?
