Where are my ladies at?
Sitting in a creepy deserted hallway in the lobby of a small airport that caters to private planes...
The descriptions on the walls are informative and interesting, but the "exhibits" appear to be pretty old. I'm not sure this warrants the title of "museum." Maybe more "display."
I visited because I know a lady-astronaut and I wanted to see if they mentioned her (they did), but I feel like the Cleveland bureau of tourism oversold this particular "attraction." I felt uncomfortable being there by myself.
It's about 1 block from the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.