Cooperstown Observed by Sam Goodyear Our Towering Steadfast Friends This is the time of year, when it gets dark before five and when people retreat into their homes before nightfall and when there are many parking spaces on Main Street and when the flow of visitors to Cooperstown has shrunk to a trickle—this is the time that people will say that Cooperstown is dead. And they would be dead wrong. What about all the trees that line the streets and…