I could have taken a bus to Hartford, but I opted for the train, even though it meant I had a two hour layover in Springfield. It was probably not a wise move because if it had been delayed for some reason, we'd have gotten stuck in Springfield, and I'd have thrown all my non-refundable money out the proverbial window. But something told me to do it, even though everyone was all 'what are you doing that for? The bus is cheaper and faster." Everyone loves to give advice! The train was actually $5 less than the bus, so there. It's called serendipity! Live a little. Offhand, I knew that the Basketball Hall of Fame was there, and I imagined that if nothing else, we could check that out. When we arrived in Springfield, we headed straight out into the city, and found an informational map on a street corner.
That was how I remembered that Dr. Suess was from Springfield! At some point previously (I think it was actually on wikipedia), I'd read about a memorial sculpture garden there. I remember thinking that it would be cool to see, but figured I probably never would. Even though I try to take lots of day trips from Boston
, to be honest I don't think I would have ever chosen Springfield as one of them. So the fact that it was the location of the Dr. Suess Memorial had not even crossed my mind until I stood there in the city. The map showed me that it was only a few blocks away from where we were, and I tried to memorize it to the best of my ability, but that map was very general.
I saw signs on the street leading me to the Memorial that conflicted with what the map said. I was happy to discover a Visitor's Center where I grabbed a map I could carry with me. It was funny because there was a woman who looked like any other visitor standing in the visitor's center browsing through pamphlets on the wall. When we came back again on our way back and stopped in there just to cool off (it was like 90˚ out), which was easily a full hour later, the same woman was still in there, still browsing through the pamphlets. I wonder if it's her job to stand there and pretend she is a tourist. Anyway, back to Dr. Suess. This was the greatest thing I've ever accidentally found. I <3 Dr. Suess. One of my favorite books of all time is Oh, The Places You'll Go! And one of the memorial sculptures is a giant version of the book! It was awesome!
On the walk back, we walked past this guy who was about 6'10" and walking with crutches that were made for someone who was at least a foot shorter than that.
It was Trinity that drew my attention to him, she was like "what is that guy doing? He's walking perfectly fine but holding those crutches." Indeed, it looked completely ridiculous. He did not appear to need crutches at all, and these were way too small for him. He was kind of bending his knees and then holding them on an angle. As we were wondering about him, another man with a cast on his leg, comes rolling past us in a wheelchair, using only only one arm to wheel it. It seriously looked as though the first man beat him up and stole his crutches, and now he was chasing him to get them back. So for the rest of the day, every time we would see someone using some kind of assistive device, we made up stories about the wheelchair guy in turn stealing that wheelchair from someone else, who stole a cane from someone else, who stole one crutch from the next person, and so on.
Me in front of one of my all time favorite books! 'Oh, The Places You'll Go!"
It was really funny.
Back at the train station, Trinity noticed a sign that said if you see an unattended bag, to alert a station agent or call 911. Honestly? 911? Don't you think that might be a little excessive? Something tells me they would not be too happy if someone called 911 every time some idiot left their bag on a chair while they went to the bathroom or outside where their phone had better reception. Trinity kept making fun of the sign, saying things like "911, what's your emergency? .... There's an unattended bag" in a very dramatic sounding voice. We had plenty of comedy to last us for the short train ride from Springfield to Hartford...
*Oh, The Places You'll Go!, Dr. Suess