One of the stops on my family’s 2013 roadtrip vacation was the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY. It was my second visit there, the first having been years earlier on a Thanksgiving weekend while I was in college. My aunt, uncle and cousin had lived within a couple hours at the time, and my cousin and I took the opportunity to make a day trip out of it. This time around, however, it was an early July visit with my wife and kids. I’ll tell anybody that the few hours we allowed for the Hall (we also visited friends and family in the area that day) seemed woefully insufficient. I’d like to go back someday, but — for now — I’ll settle for my fond memories of a family road trip when I pull this mug out of the cabinet and pour.