Last week I went to the Baseball Hall of Fame, a dream of mine since I was young. If you're a fan of the history of baseball, it's well worth it. There were a lot of "wow!" moments. Jackie Robinson's shoes, Roberto Clemente's jersey, and all kinds of cool stuff like that.
I drove to Cooperstown from Westchester County, New York, where I had stayed the night before. You take Route 87 most of the way there. I saw a number of cars pulled over by the police. Every time, and I mean every time, the driver of the pulled-over car was black. It was an amazing "coincidence" considering that there weren't many black people on that road otherwise.