A volunteer let me know that the statues are created of Archive employees that have worked there 3 years, to create a terracotta army of volunteers to really freak out future astrohistorians that come poking around for pre-galactica networking groups. I’m paraphrasing.
I don’t really do selfies, but I also noticed no one else doing selfies with the statues, which just seemed wrong, so I led the pack. I chose that one because they are holding a baby. Only later did I realize it is the chosen one, held aloft by the glove of power!
In SF it is a time-honored tradition to reside in buildings that resemble your logo. They had a band playing music, which I suppose could be described as… old-timey? “Swingy”? Like, electroswing, but slowed down?
There was this amazing table of goodies made from recipes from the 1920s! They had the best whoopie pies I’ve ever had. And I got to talk to folks that work there and were helping with the event, it was a really fun morning; next year Clover can definitely visit in the morning, before the boring church sermon begins.
There were Reese’s peanut butter cups all over because they were created in 1923. So now you all know when they figured out peanut butter and chocolate paired well.
