One of my favorite things to watch on TV is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony. I'm glued to HBO for days watching it over and over again. I finally decided that this was the year that I'd make the trip West to Cleveland and see the actual Hall with my own eyes.

Mrs. Large and I left CT last Wednesday, and drove out to Cleveland, Ohio. I've heard the phrase "Cleveland Rocks" many times, and I'm happy to say, it really does. What a clean, beautiful city. LeBron has definitely trickled some of that massive salary back into the community.

Here are a few of the photos that I took on my adventure. I hope you enjoy them, and I highly suggest you make the trip to the Hall someday, it's very cool.

The HOF is a pyramid, there are 7 levels to explore inside. Unfortunately, it's under a big overhaul right now, so there were a few areas that were closed off, but I still felt like I got a full experience.

What really struck me were the handwritten lyrics. Unforgettable poetry scribbled onto a piece of notebook paper, or, in the case of the Beastie Boys, a new Liquid Tide promotional pad. I loved seeing Timothy B. Schmit's collection of hotel room keys in a huge duffel bag.

There were quite a few instruments -- guitars, bass, drums, etc. Some wreckage from Otis Redding's fatal plane crash really stuck me, as did the outfit that James Honeyman-Scott wore during his last show with the Pretenders before his passing.