“The presentation was just okay. They take you and the rest of your group to this little room, and I’m expecting levers and flashing lights and science stuff, but it looks pretty much like a big ski lift with no windows. They actually called it a ‘Time Foyer,’ which I think says it all. And so you wait a minute and then they lead you out the other door and, hey, you’re in the Permian period. No fanfare, no sparks, no big noise. The lights didn’t even flicker.”
“My first thought was, This is so much cooler than some Old West theme park. But after a half an hour, I was kind of wishing it were a theme park. There’s not much to do in the Old West. There’s a lot of dirt, some horses, some shitty stores. So you wander around and look at stuff, and pretty soon you start craving a churro or funnel cake or something. And maybe you think, The Old West is practically Mexico, right? So maybe there are churros? But no. No churros.”
“The language in 1920s Chicago was very offensive. I got called a ‘piker,’ and someone muttered something about a ‘soup job’ when they passed my wife. I’m both confused and disgusted.”
