King Tut's treasures are on display in South Dakota. It reminds me of the time my late husband and I took our family to Chicago to see the child king's belongings. Our car started acting up about half way there and after we finally limped into the motel parking lot, the thing died. Then, to make a bad situation worse, our reservation had been cancelled and we had no room. The desk clerk finally sent us to the motel next door, which was being remodeled rather noisily, but at least we had beds. The next morning, we headed for the Museum of Natural History and were shocked to see huge lines of people waiting to get in. It was obvious that we weren't seeing any treasures that day, but I refused to give up and said I wasn't going home until I'd seen them. So, my husband went back to the museum after hours, talked to the guard and discovered that if we bought a seasonal family pass, we could walk right in the next morning. That's exactly what we did, and it was worth every bit of trouble to see those wonderful things. I can't help but wonder, though, if King Tut really DID put a curse on his treasures!
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