Newseum

The Newseum! A museum of news! Was it worth twenty dollars???

Not really! But, it was enjoyable.

We sat in on a live Talk of the Nation NPR broadcasting, which was both entertaining and educational. It featured four political writers from different media.



I'd had enough radio after the first hour, so we skipped the second half to explore the museum. Travis decided that he wanted to be a broadcaster.


Him and the technician, discussing broadcasty things.







Hamming it up for the camera.








Wow, on real live TV! Almost!







How fun.











He's still not as cool as Smokin' Joe, however.







The Newseum is preparing children for the cubicle life ahead of them.







A giant news helicopter...








IT'S GONNA HIT! EVERYBODY DOWN!







They had a nice terrace view of Pennsylvania Avenue.









Yes, I know what building this is.







Oh, we got to experience journalism in FOUR DIMENSIONS! We went through time! Things came out of the screen! Water gently misted our faces! We were warned going in that pregnant women should not sit in the moving seats. That's when I broke the news to Travis. Am I kidding? Hm??

They had a memorial to journalists killed in action with several large bouquets that made the entire area smell like a funeral home.





So I just got a phone call from a Saint J's admissions rep, who was now saying "Alaina, we want to interview you now, please come in ... this Saturday at 2:40." As in, three days from now. Goodness, that's short notice. I was looking at the bus schedules for the morning and becoming uneasy because something always happens to me on trips, like getting lost or the bus breaking down in a desolate area of no cell phone reception (really happened) or really slow old people. I would prefer to go up as early as possible to keep my sanity, so if any friends or kindly relatives could house me, I would bring along gratitude and a mystery present. It's such a mystery that I don't even know what it will be. How could you refuse?