Years ago, when one of my sisters and her husband were visiting New York, she returned after a long day of tourist activity still wearing the little tin Met button from her morning visit to the museum.
“Do you know what the ‘M’ stands for?” I asked.
“Metropolitan Museum of Art,” she replied cautiously, aware that the question was too elementary.
“No, that’s inside the museum,” I insisted, “but do you know what it means outside?”
She stared at me curiously.
“Outside,” I explained, “it means ‘Mug Me.'”
Bob and I are going to miss seeing tourists with their “Mug Mees” on after next week when the Metropolitan Museum replaces their colorful tin buttons with paper tickets and stickers.
I will need to dig through my drawers this weekend to see if I still have a few Met buttons around, and then carefully add them to the subway tokens and September 11th memorial items that I’ve put into storage beside things like my Dad’s cufflinks.
A little time capsule of nearly a quarter century in New York City.
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