As you enter the Governor’s Palace in your brown corduroys and tweed sport coat with the faded suede elbow patches, you find yourself to be the most contemporary dresser in the vicinity. Everyone else is adorned in elaborate 18th century attire.

When the guard asks for your name, you jokingly say you’re the “Duke of Chicago.” To which he replies, “Chicago? What, for heaven’s sake, is a Chicago?”

Yes, in Colonial Williamsburg, they play up the colonial period to the max.