Me and the missus are doing a rather extensive road trip this month. We're going to northern Michigan to spend a week at a resort with friends. But we're going the distance via Dyersville, Iowa. We booked a night in the Field of Dreams house. Ridiculously expensive but what the hey, you only live once. I actually visited the field in 1992, before all the hoohah, when it was still just a minor tourist destination. Got a picture of myself in the corn, played catch with a few people, bought a t-shirt, and that was it. This time we'll actually be in the house. Rocking on the porch swing. Sitting on the stairs while we describe a dream about Fenway Park. Having breakfast in the kitchen. Looking out our bedroom window at the field. I worry that it won't match my anticipation, that it's gone corporate. But I'm ridiculously excited. Fortunately I'll have the SNY app. And if I hear any voices, well, I won't mention it down at the feed store.