When I were but a lad, my notion of a perfect Saturday was to walk down to the train station in our suburban village and ride the half hour into New York City, where I would spend hours upon hours wandering the marvel-strewn halls of the American Museum of Natural History. Often I’d finish up a glorious day by taking in a performance at the adjoining Hayden Planetarium.
Pete Lyons
At the time, I remember thinking it would be fascinating to become a museum curator. I went other ways, but I do still love museums.
