Here's Zoe and I running to catch a pop fly. Or maybe we were just trying to get our Iowa driving wiggles out. We seem to be having quite a grand slam of a time anyway. The people that own the joint allow tourists to play on the field whenever they want, unfortunately, we were without bat and ball and Sara wouldn't let us use the cat as either. Note to readers, always keep baseball equipment in your car in case you happen upon a legendary ball park.
Bonjour et bienvenue à mon blog! I started this blog as a way of sharing my experiences in Paris when I interned there during the Summer of 2006. Since then it has become a forum for all things awesome in the lives of my little family and I. Enjoy!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
More from the Field o' Dreams
It was so darn hot the day we were in Dyersville. Holy Cow, the cat was panting like a dog, and we were all sweating like sumos in a sauna. I guess we should have asked some locals about their weather in July before we got out of the car...but we didn't want them to be cold as the falling thermometer in December. How did they keep James Earl Jones's face dry while shooting the movie?
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