“Teddy Roosevelt is my favorite president,” I said to the soon-to-be college graduate sitting across from me.  “I visited his house once.”
Teddy Roosevelt’s home on Long Island, NY, is stuffed with books as well as a frightening grizzly bear looming in frozen growl over small elementary student visitors.
The museum was both terrifying and fascinating to a fourth grader with career aspirations of becoming a pioneer and creating her own head cheese.