Reminds me of a personal experience story at the old colonial town of Williamsburg. Back in the early 90's, the wife of one of my union members was hired as the personal secretary of the gentleman running Williamsburg. She was his personal secretary in Pgh., in his job as Director of the Pgh. Carnegie Museum . So, when he took over Williamsburg, she & her husband moved to Williamsburg. They were given one of the houses on site in the restored town to live in , and it was a couple of doors from the Raleigh Tavern. My live in GF at the time and I vacationed at BGW & Williamsburg. I called my friend telling him we were coming down for vacation, and he invited us over for dinner. Now that was a cool opportunity, being able to socialize & relax with our friends in one of the original colonial homes. So we showed up and knocked on the door. He answered the door, and his cat ran outside. He left the door open as he ran to catch his cat. Next thing we knew, dozens of tourists streamed into the house, thinking it was part of the tour. My friend came back in with his cat in tow, but it took a good while to explain to the people this was a private residence and they really needed to leave.
