It took a few decades, but back in June (when there was a little lull in the COVID pandemic) I visited the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown, New York. I’ll unpack in tomorrow’s post why it was such a meaningful trip. But for today, I’ll just leave you my favorite photo from the day when I waited for the crowd to dissipate and the sun to shine into baseball’s most sacred hall.
Scott W. Smith is the author of Screenwriting with Brass Knuckles
