When I look back at the museums I have enjoyed the most, I have been immersed in an experience that cannot be replicated in a book, on a website, in a movie, or on TV. I have been surrounded by the things that real people have used, and the power that emanates from those artifacts is impossible to harness.

I have been to a play at Ford’s Theater, and I swear when I looked across the way to the infamous box, I could see Abraham Lincoln sitting there enjoying the show.

I have seen original paintings for Saturday Evening Post covers at the Norman Rockwell Museum, the limo where JFK was killed at the Henry Ford, and Dorothy’s ruby slippers at the Smithsonian.

I have seen FDR’s modified vehicle at Hyde Park, artifacts recovered from the Titanic, and the original Constitution. I have visited the vast mansions of Newport, Rhode Island, and humble whaling ships at Mystic Seaport.

I have stood on the fields of Gettysburg, viewed Princess Diana’s exquisite dresses, and seen a space capsule that landed on the moon.

I been inside a slave cabin on a South Carolina plantation, Paul Revere’s house, and a World War II aircraft carrier.

So you see, there is no substitute for the “real thing.” Museums are in the unique position to provide these experiences.

And that’s why we visit them!