Postal High


So it was my birthday, I had a fever, my three year-old, my parents were visiting, they had friends with them, it was semi-raining…what to do. I allowed them to drag me to the Postal Museum. The great thing about the NPM is that Moms love that they can send postcards with an “official seal” to all those family members missing the event. Dads love the myriad of gadgets, mailboxes, and old gear (yes, an apt stereotype for my clan). My son loved that there were cars he could get in and play like he was driving, even a huge trailer. And for those heady-stampsters there are tons of old stamps stashed around…if you’re in to that kind of thing, not that there is anything wrong with being a philatelists, a little bit of nerd can be a entertaining. But, I must say that though I enjoyed the visit the most mesmerizing show was the guy up on the skylight, ten stories high, cleaning the windows.
Would he fall through the glass? Would the rope hold him and his belly? Oh the drama. We all went home lots of brochures and cricks in our necks. Don’t miss the museum. There is a lot of light and nice restrooms and you can “lose” your parents for half an hour before they even notice.

1 Comment so far

  1. Max Cook (unregistered) on September 22nd, 2006 @ 2:34 pm

    Great photo!

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