Out in California, where we don't have a "ski week" in February, we take our spring break at the logical and civilized time of Easter. This is bad because the cousins in Connecticut are in school this week, but it's good because we have all the attractions and museums to ourselves.
We flew out on Saturday the 3rd, the day before Easter. My older son had given up air travel for Lent, but when I reminded him that he's a devout Atheist and explained what Lent is, he relented.
We also colored Easter eggs in the morning. This is a tradition that I loved as a kid but now treat with unbridled apathy. My boys, however, love it (for about 2.3 minutes, just enough to pretend that the white eggs have picked up a healthy pinkish glow from the dye). What I love is that the main Easter egg company is named Dudley. Why? Who knows? But it is an undisputed truth that everyone, simply everyone, needs a Bendable Dudley.
Monday we drove out to Bradley airport and the New England Air Museum. This is a wicked cool museum, with a truly impressive collection of original, restored, and replica aircraft. This includes the original oldest remaining aircraft in North America--a balloon basket from a hot air balloon from the late 1800s. Military and civilian aircraft, with a tremendous amount of history and factual information. Highly recommended. Oh, and don't miss the B-29 in the Bomber Wing.
the Pequot museum at the Foxwoods casino in southeastern Connecticut. I'd heard it was really spectacular as Native American museums went, so I had high expectations. And I happily say that it far exceeded my high expectations. I really recommend this museum. The fact that it is near a casino should have tipped me off that there would be bare breastage, however. (No, not the docents--the statues in the Pequot Village). The toplessness of these figures was neither tasteless nor gratuitous, however. And frankly, by the end of the Pequot Village exhibit, I was a little surprised to emerge back into the museum and see women wearing shirts. I do love the fact that it's up front and center, so to speak, on their web site. As the curator says, "Get a load of those... beads! In her necklace! Yes, those are some beads."
Wednesday we nearly forgot to call my sister and wish her happy birthday, but we didn't. Forget, that is. We called after dinner and sang into the speakerphone. To her answering machine. A typical Dudley birthday celebration. Happy 50th, sis!
Thursday (today), we split again. Maria and my stepmom were going to see some NPR speaker in New Haven tonight, so my dad and the boys and I hightailed it over to a truly manly museum: Battleship Cove in Fall River, Massachusetts. You may remember that last year at this time, we visited the HMS Belfast in London. But that was merely a single ship, and that only a Cruiser class. Battleship Cove has not only a legitimate, full size, wholly kick-ass battleship (the USS Massachusetts), but also a Destroyer, a submarine, some funky Russian missile boat, two PT Boats, and a landing craft like the one used in the D-Day invasion. This museum rocked. I thought the guns and magazine on the Belfast were impressive. Holy smokes, the guns on a real battleship are daunting. I did not get a photo of it, but the projectile hurled more than 12 miles by those turret guns are exactly the same height as my 10 year old son. And they weigh far, far more.
That's it so far. We've also watched a few DVDs--UP, Hoodwinked, and Amelia. The boys are watching Live And Let Die as I write this. We have two more full days, then earlyearly Sunday morning we take off. Maria and the boys return home, and I go on to Minneapolis for three days of business meetings.
Spring Break should be more than a week. It should last all Spring.