10 January 2008

TA(K)





Ask not where I took the TA . . .










The John Fitzgerald Kennedy Presidential Library & Museum needs little introduction. In fact, when I told the TA we were "going to the museum," she said, "O-kay."

Admission is $10 for dads. TAs get in for free. The best thing about visiting a national landmark on a winter weekday is - except for maybe a random busload of tourists - you pretty much get the place all to yourself. In other words, ditch the backpack and cut the kid loose.


The architecture is classic I.M. Pei.
Clean lines of towering glass, steel, and concrete.
And no leaks.

Any Presidential Museum where kids can break into a full gallop gets my vote.
I would suggest a rack of Kennedy-approved footballs
for visitors to toss around.


The TA fishes her juice bottle out of Backpack One.


Like most things in this world, the Kennedy Library was a big hit with the TA. She especially loved all the family photos and home movies. Every time I pointed to a photo and said, "This is Jack," or "That's Bobby," or "There's Honey Fitz," the TA would point to any Kennedy under 10 and yell, "Baby!"

Everything lately is "Mama!" and "Baby!" Last month it was "Shoes."

The TA's Mom loves reading to her daughter from Caroline Kennedy's "A Family of Poems," as well as "The Best-Loved Poems of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis" Naturally, the TA lit up when she recognized Jacqueline's photo on the museum wall.

"Mama!"

JFK was, of course, "Daddy!"

John and Caroline were both "Baby!' and "Baby!" respectively.

"Mama." "Daddy." and "Babies!" in Hyannisport
(with "Oof Oofs" galore).


Every time the TA saw a video of JFK speaking at a podium,
she yelled out, "Obama!"
That's it, young lady!
No more C-Span for you.

A slab of the original Berlin Wall can be found in the JFK Legacy wing.

Madame President!
A word, please!
What do you say to allegations that Lobby-Me Elmo is in the
hip pocket of the baby formula industry?

JFK's golf clubs.
About as active as mine.

My favorites part was Robert F Kennedy's office,
but the result was not my finest moment behind the camera.
You can almost see his children's toys on the front of the desk.

As a result, we did the next best thing.
We hit the gift shop.
We scored an RFK commemorative coffee mug,
as well as some Presidential yogurt and juice from the cafe.

BlahBlah models a retro RFK '68 Button.


Madame President!
Is it true you signed Elmo's pardon in crayon?
Is it your opinion that enforced naps are part of vast right wing conspiracy?