If the Homewood House Museum were any closer to where I lived for four years, it would have bit me. Yet, why did it take four years for me, a museum junkie, to walk through its front door? Well, the short of it is that while the museum is interesting and contains some great material culture, it lacks an identity. I used to joke that this museum was like a vacuum; once you're in and starting a tour, the docents are so happy to have you that they make it impossible to let you go. I remember making up an excuse that I had an afternoon class just so I could get away from the docents. It's a catch-22 if you ask me; lack of crowds make the employees and volunteers a bit too eager for the few that do decide to drop in. It's not exactly a new story for historical houses, but this historian thinks that she will spend her afternoon somewhere else.