The House That Rock Built The trip to the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, OH was pretty uneventful until we decided to drop the motorhome and proceed downtown with the car. We couldn't find a place to drop it, and before we knew it, we were already downtown with the car in tow. This was not one of my favorite things to do. We were greeted by a magnificent glass-fascaded- triangle-shaped building located on the waterfront of Cleveland. It is nestled among several buildings including the Cleveland Browns Football Stadium, but it stands out nicely on its own. Inside we were asked to check our cameras and not take photographs during our visit. Another situation that irritates me to say the least. We paid $23 admission and all we take home is memories. So be it. Inside was a beautiful vestibule with security guards in abundance. Undoubtedly because of the recent events in New York and Washington, D.C. Our lives have truly changed FOREVER. Perusing the random displays, music can be heard from every direction. It becomes a palatable din after a while, and the sounds become indistinguishable noise that is neither irritating or pleasurable. There are individual displays with headphones everywhere for the enjoyment of your particular artist. Stories are told by family members and associates to render perspective to the exhibits. The performance costumes and old playbills were extremely fascinating to browse, and there are multitudes of glass cases containing the memorabilia. We only had a couple of hours to browse the "Hall" as our day was to be spent traveling. Having several hours, or even a couple of days, to enjoy the entire building, would have been much better. We did, however, enjoy our hyphenated visit to the "House that Rock Built." |