Minor Misadventures in Travel
We’re back in New York after a three-day visit to Washington, D.C. Compared to our trip two years ago, the trip was painless. The plane to DC waited on the ground for 90 minutes because of bad weather along the way, but the stewardess kept her sense of humor: “If you have a question, I’ll be happy to answer. If you are going to complain, I’m going to move on down the aisle.”
My foot is all better, thank God, and I was able to walk around without a problem. We spent a whole day at the Smithsonian Museum of American History. An exhibit on Jewish immigration included a painting of a breastfeeding mom—more on that another time. And my son complained that the museum’s descriptions were only in English.


