I was a nine-year-old living in Alexandria, Va. in the D.C. 'burbs. While I didn't get to see the World's Fair in Seattle, I'll never forget me hounding my folks about having a family trip to the fair. Who cares if we were in the backyard of so many national treasures, e.g. The Smithsonian, National Gallery of Art and all of the other sights of our Nation's Capitol?
This was after my dad made his first trip to Seattle on business and brought back some of the fair's momentos to me and my sibs. I especially remember the infamous fountain pen which was still being sold in the needle's gift shop a few years back (and may still be sold): turn it on its side and tip it up, and an elevator-like doohickey would rise to the top!
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