We had breakfast with 400 kids. The dining hall gets pretty noisy with all that youthful energy in there. Our schedule sheet showed that breakfast was available starting at 7:40. At this time, the line was already beginning to form at the closed doors to the serving line and was rapidly growing longer as more kids flooded in. But then we were told that we could go through the serving line ahead of them since we were volunteers. We came in through the exit door, got our stuff, and were already seated and eating when the serving doors opened at 7:45. It felt a little odd, cutting the line ahead of everyone, but that’s the thing here so we’ll do it.
We drove to the city of College Station, home of Texas A&M University and also home to the George Bush Presidential Museum and Library. This was a little over an hour away. The fix to the RV engine appears to be working as it ran fine the entire day. The Museum was recommended by a few people here and it was well worth the trip.
I’m normally not much of a museum guy but this was interesting and it was well laid out. Interesting because I can remember many of the events and people described here. Interesting because it filled in some of the detail and some of the back story of those events. Interesting because we live in such different times now compared to then. We ended up spending nearly the entire day there.
I even got to sit behind the desk in the Oval Office. You know I'm an impostor because no president would be sitting here without a neck tie and wearing a hoodie.
We saw the place were George HW and Barbara are interred, and also the locomotive whose last trip was pulling the train that brought George to his final resting place. It was painted and decorated to look like Air Force One, but I saw no mention of it being called something like Locomotive One.
It was a good day to be inside. Although it was sunny, the temperature only reached the low 50’s and the wind made that feel much colder.
We made it back to camp just in time to cut ahead of the line for dinner.
Dinner always tastes twice as good when someone else makes it and someone else cleans it up.
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