Smithsonian Air and Space Museum
Besides the various New Mexico Museums that I've visited, I'd never been to a really big museum, until the teachers sent me to a Congressional Hispanic Caucus Banquet. I packed the only suit that I've owned to function as a costume. The costume looked good at a Prom, so, why wouldn't it look good in Congress?
The meal was boring and for a man who'd grown up in a farm, in the boonies, well, my table manners left with the first handkerchief that dropped to the floor. It was well worth it meeting the former New Mexico governors who just happened to be "Hispanic." I don't know which hispanic person I'd impersonate. I represented all the teachers in New Mexico, briefly, ever so briefly, maybe my entire career.
Anyway, I burped and invited a colleague to dance and somebody took my chair. So, I roamed after she sat down. The next morning, myBunkieBed was still warm when I slammed the door, and headed for great outdoors.
One of the doors opened up into that room full of airplanes. I thought they were models and the lions and tigers weren't stuffed animals that got murdered in their natural happiest. And, the human figures were just as inspiring.
I went looking for Lindbergh's plane, but, didn't bother looking for Amelia Earheart's plane. Lindbergh filmed the Pueblo of Abiquiu.
Back on the floor, I was in the rocket displays when there was a scare; everybody left. So, I did also, but, it was time to get on the plane.
These look like some of the columns at the Merry Round House in Santa Fe.
The Smithsonian has skulls that belong in our Pueblo. This person, with the cell phone, took my picture and put it in his magazine for the Smithsonian. Mr. Russell Daniels.
