Late one night I was walking alone through Statuary Hall in the rotunda of the United States Capitol. Because I was the father of young children at the time, my mind drifted to the movie Night at the Museum, which my sons watched maddeningly often. I couldn’t help but wonder: What if all of these statues came to life? What if this empty, cavernous space buzzed with all these men and women, some famous enough to be on the cash in our pockets but some whose names almost no one would recognize? As people do at parties, I thought about
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