My mother and aunt flew in last night for a visit. Wanting to have Shea greet them, I stood in the freezing cold outside the airport. I saw them come out of the airport doors and immediately walked their way, expecting Shea to drag me due to his uncontrollable excitement. He walked right by them. However, once he got a good whiff of my mother's behind, he remember who she was and was nearly paralyzed by his tail wagging.
Today, I wanted to show them one of the secret gems of Cleveland. Early this afternoon we headed to the west side of the city to hit up the Westside Market. The best way to explain the Westside Market is as an indoor/outdoor (depending on the season) farmer's market. But, in reality, it is so much more. The entire time we were there they were continually complimenting how wonderful the place is.
I was pretty sure nothing could top the excitement of the Westside Market. But, in hopes of continuing our good day, we headed over to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Turns out it is just as wonderful in a completely different way. I personally enjoyed the Michael Jackson outfits and the exhibit on how music players have evolved over time. The darn place does not allow photography so I only have one, dismal photo of my aunt and I with the MJ guitar.
They do, however, take your photo as you enter the Hall and allow you to purchase them for a steep price. Yes, they were bought. If no other reason than to commemorate our great time and wonderful day.
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