The only "tourist" thing I do when in New York is go to museums.

On previous visits, besides a traditional evening with a cousin in the Jewish Museum on Fifth Avenue, the museums I see are MOMA, Natural History and similar classics. This visit I finally admitted that I've never liked the dinosaur skeletons, and the art ones can be boring.

View from the museum. So I decided to take my daughter's advice and go to a new museum, one I hadn't even heard of, the Museum of Jewish Heritage. A friend and I took the subway downtown to check it out. First stop was the restaurants, because even grandmothers have to eat. Food was great, and the free samples of the soups were appreciated.

We got a kick out of "remembering" things considered "history."

It was almost perfect, until we entered an exhibit with so many "speakers" going on at once, I thought I was in a nursery class for hyperactive kids allergic to all medications. It was too close and crowded, with horrendous acoustics.

I had to flee and didn't get to see everything. I had heard enough!