Like a lot of museums around here it purports to be generally about something - in this case electricity - but is in fact about the military. I suppose when you spend as much on defense as the USA you're going to have a lot of obsolete kit around, and it's probably cheaper to put it in a museum than attempt to recycle it. So there were code machines, arrays from the nose-cones of jets, jammers of every description, radar dishes, mobile military radio stations...all with pressable buttons, so all wonderful to a 3-yr-old.
After that we still had some time to waste so found the Thomas A. Dixon Jr. Aircraft Observation Area! It's a area at the end of one of the runways where you can sit and...well, observe aircraft. That's about it, but Pete and Grandpa needed nothing more to keep them occupied. I was personally a little disappointed that almost every plane was a Southwest 737-700, with only one American Airlines Airbus A319-100 to break the monotony.
After that excitement we went to The Cheesecake Factory to calm down and send Mum and Dad home with a final large and calorie-filled slice of America, then drop them at the airport. It's been wonderful to see them, as ever, and if I hadn't already tried it I might eat Baileys and Angel Delight mixed together to cheer myself up. Still, I do have one pack of chocolate Hob Nobs left.
Danger, danger!
This is what Skype looked like before you were born.
Mind you, I'm still upset that my mobile phone looks nothing like this. New technology is so boring.
No idea what's going on here, but look! I'm on TV!
Pete plays with a simulation of anti-submarine warfare, something Grandpa does not like.
When in doubt, press the large red button.
A cheeky player of the Theremin.
At the aircraft observation area. Look out for hedgehogs!
Last dessert.
Goodbye from the Davieses of Maryland.
