08_DAY EIGHT_FRII - Cooperstown, NY

"Rain, Rain, go away, please come back another day!"  The front is hanging in the Northeast and is not scheduled to move out for several days.  Wow, I've never watched so many thunderstorms role in in all my life.

Last night finished perfectly at a meeting in a meeting house established in 1945 in Jamestown.  After the meeting I was talking to the locals when I found out about Bill's childhood home in Vermont.  And you can stay there it's a hotel!

Because this is the unofficial birthplace of Lucille Ball, going to get a shave and then eat at the "Babalu Diner" with Ricky Ricardo!  I pull up to the store front and walk up to the barber, oh no, he's deaf and mute!  How do I communicate, well with sign language.  I make the shave motion along my cheeks and he responds with the knife accross the throat.  Meaning, "cut it all off".  I shake my head yes and he gets going.  About 2 minutes in I start to wonder about my communication, did he mean he will cut everything off including my goat tee?  Yes!  He starts to cut, but I catch him in time to save the beard.  The rest of the shave is excellent!

...hours later I pull into the Red Roof Motel, soaking wet and a little chilled!

Wandering...