Isn't it Ironic

I've been travelling to Cleveland for, oh, about 10 years now. Not every year. Usually every second year or so. This year, I've been twice. To do computer type stuff. Learning software. Learning more about the software I already know about.

I know a lot of software! But its not the kind of software that I can use in my world outside of the thing that pays the bills. However, it sure makes the thing that pays the bills easier to do now that I have all this knowledge about the software!

And when I go to Cleveland, its always very intense, with lots of learning crammed into a short space of time. This time, well, it was really intense. They crammed into two days what easily could've been put into four, and then still be very intense!

They always treat people very well when we're down there. They wine you, they dine you. I've been to some pretty fine dining establishments down there. And some not so fine! You know, mix it up a bit.

This trip however, brought an opportunity to do a couple of things that I've not done while down in Cleveland. One of them being something that has been on the "to-do" list for a long time.

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum. Yes!



From the minute I stepped off the corporate bus and on to the steps that would lead me into this absolute cornucopia of history I had shivers. I really didn't know what to expect when I walked into the building, but I did know that it was going to be an experience I would probably never forget.

I wasn't wrong.

As we made our way into the building, I was tuning out our host and what he was saying. This was an easy task by the way. This guy could go on and on and on for hours (I know, I've been subjected to his ramblings before!!) and if I was to fully appreciate what I was about to see, I didn't need to be listening to him!

They don't allow cameras in the main exhibition halls was about the only thing I heard that could be considered useful.

When I entered the main hall, I wasn't really prepared for what I was about to see. There is so much history there of the artists and the music and the technology. It was overwhelming. And somewhat emotional. I continually experienced shivers every time I turned a corner and came across something else that made me go "wow".

I wasn't sure why... but I was immediately drawn to the above display. It made sense to me when I read the display card.

One of the things that made me tear up, definately the most, was the stuff about Michael. Seeing his shoes and clothes and his stuff made it hit home that he was gone. And despite all the crazy stuff that was out there about him, we lost a musical genius.

And this was another thing that got me. I tell ya, seeing this stuff and reading everything... quite emotional.

I'm so glad I had the chance to experience it at this place and time in my life. It really seem fitting that it was this trip that it happened. And the next time, I'll spend the six to seven hours they recommend. There is that much there.

Oh, and I'll bring some tissues!

Ciao!