By Tyler Keown
A couple weeks ago I was enjoying a leisurely drive. Instead of taking my regular route of O Street to my apartment, I took South.
After a few minutes of driving and rapping along with old songs by Outkast, I wound up at a red light and as I looked around, I noticed something interesting to my left: the National Museum of Roller Skating.In Lincoln? Are we some kind of Mecca of roller skating? I feel like I would know about that.
I later mentioned the place to my editor as a potential story idea. A few days later, I found myself entering the museum doors with the intent to tell Lincoln about this seemingly secret museum.