Some of the items on display at the Surf Ballroom. They were kind enough to let us in, although they were closed to get ready for a wedding.
Jerry not only bought my lunch (excellent meat sauce on the spaghetti at the "Other Place") (actual name) restaurant, but gave me a number of CD's to listen to on the road, as I had forgot to pack any.
Then on to the Field of Dreams. It truly is in the middle of nowhere, is a 10 - 15 minute stop, with nothing to do but look at the field, run the bases, etc., but to a baseball lover such as myself, has a magical feel to it.
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