And end up right behind the Amish guy in the horse and wagon.
"Hah!" said BiPolar/MS. "Told you. From the moment you woke up, we said this was a bad idea. You're in pain, your sense of direction is not what it was, what if something happens? This guy will be stupid to see. You'll feel terrible, and be all by yourself. And now you're stuck behind an Amish guy and his horse, who is pooping right now, by the way."
The horse, not the Amish guy. The gentleman remained at the red-light with me, and a lot of others, and we all took a very slow left, heading up to Route 80.
Marty Appel was previously the Public Relations Director for the New York Yankees. He's just written a new history of the Yankees called Pinstripe Empire (Bloomsbury, 2012) and was making an appearance at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. Normally my wife Jackie goes with me, but she had to work, and usually passes on the authors' series, mostly going to see the ballplayers. But I enjoy getting a chance to speak with baseball writers, and hear the stories. So I planned to go. And my Bipolar/MS archenemies immediately gave me a 100 reasons not to go because, well, that's their job. And I really pissed them off by going anyway. I got on my Yankee gear (yes, this Mets and Red Sox fan has Yankee gear - I love baseball first) got in my car, and headed out.
And then right behind the Amish guy. Great, now I'll be stuck behind this- oh, he's turning there, and he's waved or acknowledged every car or person on the street. That's nice. And there are decent songs on the iPod. OK, here we go, up Route 80! Woo-hoo! (Damn, says Bipolar/MS, he's having fun. Quick, let's make him manic.) Route 80 is a twisty turny road that takes you from Fort Plain (home of Otis Young and Patricia Kearns Shannon) up through other very small towns and drops you into Springfield. Through Springfield and on to Cooperstown. It is the quintessential small town that knows its something special. It's the home of the Baseball Hall of Fame.