Visit to the MSI part 2

Here I am, the first cripple on the moon. Bonus points to Chip for suggesting the cane needed to be in the photo and placing it so well.

Here I am fascinated by the Apollo 8
command module.  Chip has managed to clone himself in the background.

Tom demonstrates his usual driving method.

Midway through I decided I needed a wheelchair, especially since we had walked to the museum and were going to have to walk home.  They left me in front of the oncoming train.  (Actually, there was an older lady also in a wheelchair who looked utterly scandalized when we took this photo.  Seriously, lady, if I have to use the damn thing, you can be sure I'm going to joke about it.)

Later in the trip, we arranged for someone to bust out the passenger window of Chip's car and steal some of his stuff, just so his Chicago experience would be authentic. We are excellent hosts.

Visit to the MSI part 1

Our friend Chip was in town last week. Tom and I took him to the Museum of Science and Industry.

They have a captured German U-Boat as part of their collection. This thing to the right is from the lead-in to that exhibit. The dude on the left looks very pouty about having his ship sunk.

Further on, you can see the boarding party that took the sub. My cane

was an essential part of this mission.

It's a really big gun.

The Aurora 7 Mercury capsule (Scott Carpenter's ship).  Damn those things were tiny.  Also, they had lots of switches.

Dead, frozen fish and other joys of visiting

No, really.  I took Chip to see a dead frozen fish.  I have pictures.  I contemplated spearing the fish out of the pond with the ice pick on my cane, but decided that was a bit too ghoulish even for me.

We went and checked out the OI too.  And we've developed a new theory to describe some of the lamer looking animal models - ancient summer camp.  I'm pretty sure those lopsided, messed-up looking sheep and goats and people and crap used to have macaroni and glitter glued to them too.

We also saw an undergrad on the bus with awesome metal-band big hair.  No foreskin restoration man or Greenpeace dorks today, though.  So much for local color.