When I was a kid, the artifacts from the plunder of King Tutankhamun’s tomb were on a tour around the country and made a stop in Atlanta near my home town. My mother decided that our whole family, four of my cousins and my grandma had to go see it. This was the ’70s when the mystery and mystique of something so exotic and historic was a must-see.
When we arrived at the museum there were a lot of people there. We were in line for hours. When we finally got inside, the exhibit did not disappoint. Everything looked like it was out of a movie. It was amazing. You weren’t allowed to take pictures, and yet all these years later I can remember with vivid detail so many things about that day and the things I saw. It was one of those amazing life events that gets burned into your memory.