Museums are not my favorite thing. They have a lot in common with history.
Although now after having been enthralled with John Adams and having a small desire to go see his farm in Quincy, I'm open to the possibility that I'm still developing as a human being. Maybe someday I'll feel different about museums. It hasn't happened yet.
Along our bike ride, my boyfriend and I go past the JFK Library. He remarks,
"I want to go in there sometime."
Noted. We keep riding. On the way back he circles around the outside of the museum. I offer,
"We can go in if you want."
We go in. I see a sign for a cafe. I tell him,
"I want to go there."
We have a snack. We look out at the view. I ask,
"Do you want to go into the museum part?"
"No. I'm ready to go."
"This is my kind of museum visit."
Although now after having been enthralled with John Adams and having a small desire to go see his farm in Quincy, I'm open to the possibility that I'm still developing as a human being. Maybe someday I'll feel different about museums. It hasn't happened yet.
Along our bike ride, my boyfriend and I go past the JFK Library. He remarks,
"I want to go in there sometime."
Noted. We keep riding. On the way back he circles around the outside of the museum. I offer,
"We can go in if you want."
We go in. I see a sign for a cafe. I tell him,
"I want to go there."
We have a snack. We look out at the view. I ask,
"Do you want to go into the museum part?"
"No. I'm ready to go."
"This is my kind of museum visit."
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