Today, I saw the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!!! Nestled into six levels of abject loveliness, this place was a fun and tasteful tribute to all things Rock and Roll. There were stories, artifacts and installations, music was everywhere, the fans were so awestruck that everyone remembered to have their museum manners on….even the cookies at the concession stand were great. Worth the trip, worth the time, worth the money. I have included a grainy, no flash through the plexi pic of the holy grail of concert t’s—original Woodstock staff t. Worth going to jail for, almost.
On our way through Penn, we couldn’t help ourselves but to stop in “Punxy” (the locals at the bar where we ate dinner assured us that we were one of them and could freely use the nickname of the locals) to meet the one and only groundhog worth meeting.
Every day we meet great new American people who take time out of their lives to welcome us, help with our journey and enrich our experience. Today, TWO strangers in Cleveland made change for us for a parking meter, in line for a gift shop, my mom stumbled upon a stranger who immediately got our quirky inside joke and laughed with us SO HARD, almost an entire restaurant in Punxsutawney PA wanted us to stay, and, in the middle of the night, in a dark street in downtown Harrisburg, a taxicab driver rolled down his window, offered his help and drove all over town to guide us to a hotel before getting out of the cab and asking the woman at the front desk to help us. The beauty of this nation leaves me breathless, but the beautiful people that we have met on this journey really make my heart ache. He generosity and hospitality of American strangers has left me awestruck.