well, it was a museum, anyway
So instead of going to the PMA, I went to the Ben Franklin Museum. The wait in line was about 1/2 hour. There are plenty of buttons to push, ropes to pull, and cranks to churn. Plus the heart has been redone and is almost as fresh looking as the Colossal Colon Tour a few years back. But it's mostly for kids, which I had forgotten. I was buying one of those huge braided pretzels on the sidewalk out front on the way out, and I met shellefly and her court-jester Bean. In about an hour I'm going to my parents' house for dinner.