My daughter spent much of her formative years growing up near Washington, D.C., and came to love the city’s museums and monuments.
From the time she was barely old enough to walk, she would gasp and run from one dinosaur skeleton to the next at the Natural History Museum or get annoyed with me when we saw Amelia Earhart’s plane at the Air and Space Museum because I couldn’t tell her what happened to the vanished pilot.
So I was looking forward to her being able to revisit her old haunts when she heads to Washington this week.