On Sunday of the Lee family reunion, we went to the Air & Space museum near Dulles airport. Neither my dad nor my brother have been there – and they like to talk about planes (they are both kind of surprised that Vince really has no interest in airplanes) – so it was great to take them there. It’s really my favorite Smithsonian museum – lots of parking, a McDonald’s inside, and lots of space to run Edda up and down the corridors without fear of running over meandering toddlers, even on a crowded weekend.
We are standing in front of an airplane (of course, I’ve forgotten the name already) that my dad used to repair when he was in the Taiwan military for a year when he was young and in the military. We spent some time looking around the plane and my dad telling us how at least 2 or 3 mechanics were killed when they happened to be sitting in the cockpit seat and the ejection mechanism went off by mistake and they were flung into the ceiling of the hanger. Yipes.
Vince was a good sport, he’s been to the museum at least 5 times, but he convinced his grandmother to buy him something at the gift shop, so I guess the trip was worth it..