Aunt Karin (aka Mom), my cousin Jesse, and I trucked over to the
Pacific Science Center to check out the
Lucy exhibit last weekend. It was well done and I was disappointed that it failed to generate significant revenue for the center. I went in thinking that the exhibit would mostly appeal to the congregation but was surprised to hear a kid next to me tell his buddies that 'this monkey stuff is pure trash'. Evidently he wasn't a convert to the alter of evolution. His copatriots were less inclined to pass decisive judgement; perhaps there is hope for our youth afterall.
OMG, I'm talking about 'the youth' like I no longer count myself among their numbers. At the ancient age of 28? No...that can't be. Let's revise that statement: Perhaps there is hope for our generation, afterall. There, that's better.
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And, of course, we couldn't visit PSC without visiting the bug section, my very favorite!!
Jesse also checked out the water cannon exhibit.
It was a good day.