Thanks to the kindness of the mother of a prospective student, I had a private guided tour on Wednesday of the FBI Experience.
The best parts? J. Edgar Hoover’s desk. And the live firing range where nine agents were shooting their quarterly qualification. And the company of a lively FBI employee. And the spy-craft stuff.
I’ll have more to post on Friday, but this 8.30 p.m. arrival at home after a full day in D.C. has me tired and not feeling like writing.