On our last day in Texas we happened to be driving past the FORT WORTH MUSEUM OF SCIENCE AND HISTORY, a place not on our itinerary, but when we saw a marquee for the showing of the movie Jerusalem in their IMAX theater, we made an unscheduled stop because we have a trip to Jerusalem coming up in 2015.
The Fort Worth Omni Theater was the first IMAX screen in the Southwest, and it's still the largest screen west of the Mississippi. If you get vertigo, the soaring images on the 8-story tall 120-foot-wide screen will definitely be a challenge, as it was for me. However, the movie, produced by National Geographic, was a spectacular visual introduction to Jerusalem, and I am glad we went.
On our way out of the theater and back to the parking lot, we stumbled on a lovely sculpture garden, the only permanent exhibition in the United States of a collection of characters from Dr. Seuss's books:
To Sam I Am and Horton the Elephant:
Oh well. Maybe someday.
Just around the corner we ran across one more noteworthy sculpture, Sacagawea & Jean Baptiste (her baby with her French-Canadian husband who was a trapper on the Lewis and Clark expedition). I love everything about this bronze--the natural vegetation growing around her feet, the walking stick, the strong planes of her intelligent face, her steady gaze, her animal-skin cloak:
on a visit to Staunton, West Virginia, we saw this bronze of the Lewis and Clark Expedition that included a subservient Sacagawea:
Well, it was time for our last meal in Texas--a good thing as my pants were starting to get snug. Some helpful clerks in the Amon Carter Art Museum gift shop had recommended a place just down the street from the Museum of Science and History:
It was lunchtime and the place was hopping. We waited in a long but quickly moving line and ordered at the counter. Note the great t-shirt on one of the workers:
We made our way back to the DFW Airport, several pounds heavier than when we had arrived seven days earlier (and I'm not talking the luggage, although that was probably heavier too). The wreath-bedecked longhorns being driven by a Santa hat-topped cowboy really got us in the Christmas spirit.
(Note: American also lost my bag on my flight to Louisville, Kentucky, last June. Not a good record, American.)
We went home without our clothing and souvenirs, worrying particularly about the three bottles of infused vinegar we had purchased in the Fort Worth Stockyards and which were wrapped up in our clothes to prevent breakage. We were really hoping that everything wasn't wet when it finally arrived--if it DID arrive.
Before we got a call from American saying they had located our bag, we got a call from a nice young man who said he was going to deliver it. (One last faux pas on American's part. Shouldn't they have notified us that it had been found and was on its way? Even their website said it was still unaccounted for.) All arrived safe and sound just two days late on Christmas night--including our unbroken bottles of vinegar. American responded to my complaint with a very nice $200 travel voucher. If an airline makes a mistake like that, it's a good idea to be generous, and I think they were. (Much more generous than when we had to spend the night at the Miami Airport because of them in February 2013, a much worse experience than this one.) We have already used that voucher to buy Bob a flight to join me in Kansas City after this year's AP Reading in June. I guess all's well that ends well, right?