Aeropostale

We visited an aviation museum today. Not only is it situated next to a working airstrip, but it's about a half mile from the tracks that carry the DC Metro, Amtrak, and CSX freight lines.

Samson and I were sitting under a tree watching a guy do the pre-flight check of his Cessna when we heard a train whistle and saw a freight train with about a hundred cars go roaring by. I thought Sam was going to explode.

The museum itself is terrific: very kid friendly and lots to do and see. It was pretty empty, which was good because somebody kind of hogged the virtual Wright Brothers exhibit. [I'm not naming any names, but I think it's safe to say that in addition to writing "Mrs. Corey Haim" on her Trapper Keeper folders in junior high, somebody spent a good portion of 1987 on her Commodore 64 playing Flight Simulator.]

Clearly a portion of that gene has been passed along...

For her part, Jane was pretty impressed with the exhibit on wind currents. It had floating beach balls and a cool vacuum cleaner sound.


And of course, what would a visit to an aviation museum be without the chance to wear an old-school flight suit? Mission accomplished, indeed...