"Way up in Canada."
"Sure, Winnipeg. There was a guy named Bruno Hauss there. Almost ruined baseball in Winnipeg. He'd schedule a doubleheader, run 'em out after the first game, and then you had to pay to get back in. Of course I remember Winnipeg."
Somebody brings him a couple of balls that pitchers from the visiting Toronto Blue Jays have sent over. He has a hot dog and washes it down with coffee. Feller drinks a lot of coffee. It's from his Navy days. In the service, as anybody who has ever been in the service knows, everybody drinks coffee. As long as you have a cup of coffee in your hand and/or are carrying a clipboard, nobody makes you do anything.
" Old Dominion, huh?" Feller says to the next guy, who is wearing a college T-shirt. "Great athletic facilities there."
The guy shakes his head, dumbfounded. How does the old man know all this about everywhere? Hasn't he ever forgotten anything? Feller goes on a lot more about Norfolk, where Old Dominion is located. It holds up the line and costs the museum money, but he is having a good time. Besides, Norfolk is a sailor's town, and Feller is an old salt. He was all but born and bred in that briar patch.
He picks up the next figurine. "Who's it to?" This guy has heard about the prohibition on last names, so, prudently, he just gives his first name. Feller inscribes it. best wishes.... "Where you from?"
" Upstate New York."