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National Museum of American History. The first exhibit we visited was The Star-Spangled Banner: The Flag That Inspired the National Anthem. Mr. AOW and I have visited that exhibit before, but Tammy had not. Interesting that there were no Muslimas in hijab at that museum!
A bit of a glitch yesterday when Mr. AOW's scooter ran out of battery charge at the National Museum of Natural History — just after seeing the Hope Diamond. The paratransit pickup point was the National Museum of American History, and Mr. AOW had to baby the scooter the blocks during the journey back to the pickup point to wait for over two hours. Some pushing of the scooter was involved to get the scooter up the ramp here at home.
I had a bit of a glitch of my own yesterday. I left my favorite jacket, a windbreaker, in a restroom at the National Museum of American History. A kind person turned it in to the information desk. I danced with joy all the way across the foyer of the museum's lobby when I got my jacket back. I guess that I was a bit of a spectacle; I was wearing my Santa hat. Who cares? 'Tis the Season of Joy!