|"Hey, now I can make my own!"|
Years later I had a son and moved to Chicago. There’s lots to do in Chicago, but my son loved the Museum of Science and Industry the best. He called it the “butt museum” because of all of the buttons to push. Thanks to a gift of membership from the Lee Family, we started visiting every week. I would carry my son from exhibit to exhibit so he could push the butts, bounce off simulated molecules, and pretend to ride an airplane. We routinely visited the 1900s ice cream store.
|Also, don't ask what a 1900s main street has to do with it, either.|
We watched the giant, automated toy assembly machine make incredibly fragile gyroscopes. Really, we watched it break down more than we watched it work; automation is pointless.
|Seriously, it was broken 80% of the time.|
|Okay, the exhibit could have been cooler.|
|Of course, it could have been worse.|
As I listened to the last shuttle take off for the last time, I was filled with disappointment. Sure, NASA is a disappointment, but what else do we have? Where do we go from here?