Marge Baisch was running horses on her dad's eastern Montana ranch when
she spied something on the trail that didn't belong there. "Too old to
be a cow or horse bone," she thought as she scooped it up and put it in
her jacket.
I don't know where to look first. Above us, constellations glitter in
Utah's clear night sky.
Let's not kid ourselves. None of us want to wait until summer for some
fun in the sun.
Wow! It's not easy to find a place that equally inspires kids and
grown-ups, whatever their ages. Welcome to one of the most wonderful
museums I've visited lately -- The Musical Instrument Museum in Phoenix,
Ariz.
It's barely 15 degrees but no one is feeling the chill, even in these
snow-covered mountains of Colorado. Certainly not the young couple from
Nashville who got engaged the previous evening, outdoors next to the
barn.
It's 5:30 a.m. and we're awake, outside and shivering, wearing more
layers of clothes than we would on a New England ski trip, though we're
on a cruise in July.
