My wife is a “Daughter of the Mayflower”

I am a “Son of the Revolution”

A few years ago, we flew to DC and met some friends for a long weekend of doing the tourist thing. It was October, and the fall foliage was perfect. Everyday was cool, crisp, and windy, with clear blue skies. We didn’t rent a car; we took a million dollar cab ride from Dulles to a hotel next door to the National Air and Space Museum. Home base. We did the Zoo, all the museums, all the monuments, the Capital, etc., and even managed to get over to Annapolis for a day. We ate like kings. We drank like the riff-raff we are. We had a great time.

Anyway, my wife hadn’t been to DC since she was a little girl child, and when we were inside the rotunda in the Capital, she said it looked different. Said she remembered something in the middle. After she called her mother, it was confirmed that something was in fact, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Lying in State.

We were in the National Museum of American History, when she started screaming. I thought she was being mugged, and immediately broke for her. Well, she wasn’t under attack, but she was looking at a Three-Cornered Hat worn by Colonel Jonathon “Her Maiden Name” of the Connecticut Militia during the Revolutionary War. How cool is that? He was her great…great…great…great…great…whatever Grandfather. Her family didn’t know it was part of the Smithsonian Institution Collection, much less on display.

Small World.