One day while serving as the celebrated Museum host, I observed a youngster, a happy lad with a satisfied smile, marching in the lobby of the museum.
After giving it once-over, he turned toward his parents with that delighted energy and exploded with excitement, jumping up and.
Standing frozen as he breached the outer Museum fortification, his eyes widened and slowly scanned the 1915 locomotive, our first lobby display.
After a few cautious steps into the lobby, he stopped dead in his tracks.
One day while serving as the celebrated Museum host, I observed a youngster, a happy lad with a satisfied smile, marching in the lobby of the museum