The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum; Cleveland, Ohio

Last weekend, Mrs. JRF and I flew to Cleveland to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum.



Cleveland is a perfectly lovely, industrial city set on the shores of Lake Eerie. We stayed downtaon at the Doubletree Hotel -- I like their cookies.



We started our visit by trying to find some lunch. A quick walk around the vicinity of the hotel turned up Al's Grill, a perfectly lovely lunch joint. Being married, we both got the same meal -- chicken shwarma with french fries. The food was also perfectly lovely. Then we walked down to the Hall of Fame. We managed to avoid on vagrant because he was hustling some other couple at the moment we passed him. He made an attempt to hail and follow us, but we ignored him.


The Hall of Fame was more interesting than I anticipated; it was, in fact, perfectly lovely. Did you know there was Rock and Roll before 1968? Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, Little Richard, Chuck Berry... Who knew?



Some perfectly lovely things I saw: two revolvers that belonged to Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash's guitar, a Freddy Mercury costume, the ZZ Top Eliminator hot rod, two of Bruce Springsteen's cars, a character reference letter from Jim Morrison's father to the Florida Probation office (regarding his son's indecent exposure conviction), and Michael Jackson's rhinestone glove.



We also saw a U2 concert movie in 3D. The 3D effect was spectacular. The music was... um, perfectly lovely. Bono was, as usual, insufferable.