Some days there may be no visitors to the memorial at all. On weekends there may be dozens. What there invariably is, is confusion.
"I don't quite understand," says Dolores Balesterri. "Was he born here or did he play ball here or what?" She, her husband, Lou, and two of his friends have driven over from the nearby Pocono Mountains, where they're attending a convention. The men know a lot about Thorpe's career, but they're not sure why he's here, either. The visitors listen to an abridged version of how Jim Thorpe came to rest in Jim Thorpe.
"Well," says Lou, turning back to the mausoleum, "I don't know about that. All I know is that he was a hell of an athlete. Maybe the best."