I write this from my hotel room in OKC. I should tell you first that OKC is my hometown. I knew the Murrah Building before 1995. I am back home from Florida for a football game in Norman, something that I do once a year. And I moved out of state three weeks before the bombing after living here all my life. I personally knew or was acquainted with several of the victims and first responders. So all very personal for me. My wife from Tennessee hadn't been through the museum at all, and I hadn't since I guess 2003. We went to the museum this morning. We've been through museums all over the world. All the Smithsonians, the Louvre, the British Museum. Nothing quite prepared me for what I experienced today. People I knew brought to life. The artifacts were absolutely breathtaking. The range of emotions that I experienced are really hard to convey in words, but I'll try. Horror. Anger. Sadness. Pride. Patriotism. I recalled a teacher who died that day that had a profound impact on my life and career. The nephew of a friend who died in the daycare. Friends who lost their wives. The anger that an American did this. But also the pride of not just my hometown, but of Americans of all strips who came to help. If you haven't visited in a while, please do. It's dramatically different than it was in the early days, which is saying something. It was amazing in 2003. This is an entirely different experience, one that's informative and though provoking. And if you care about this country and the threats that face it from domestic terrorism, you owe it to yourself to experience it for yourself. The museum brought it all back for me. I think it will for you too.