The Henry Ford Museum. Not A Movie Theater.
Well, I just got back from visiting relatives in Detroit. Since there’s really nothing to do there except look out for black people wandering into the immaculate Bewitched-esque white suburbs, we visited the Henry Ford Museum. (Detroit folks will like this one, everyone else now thinks I’m a racist.)
Now, whenever I visit a museum, I recognize immediately, on a biological level, that I’m a loser. People with real lives would rather do anything than pay to walk around indoors and look at old things. In an even fight, Museum visiting loses to sitting on your ass all day watching daytime TV. But this wasn’t an even fight. My cousins wanted to “do something”.
Resigned to doing something insane, I figured I’d try to make the best of it. I’d only look at the interesting exhibits (ughh, that word makes me cringe) and avoid reading at all costs. I finished the all-documents “With Liberty and Justice For All” section in about two minutes. And somehow, after that, the rest of the Museum became interesting. Actually, very interesting. It was probably the best Museum I’ve ever been to.
So, in keeping with the no reading spirit, I present to you the Henry Ford museum via pictures I took, along with information based on half-assed glances at signs and stuff I make up to fill in the gaps. (You can decide which is which):
Pimp mobile for mid-1800’s celebrities:
Pimped out Harvester/Train Engine
Mr. Burns’ Car:
Mr. Burns’ Chair:
Chair made entirely out of sticks and shit for Cornelius Vanderbuilt:
Wheels for driving the museum around:
This Plane says Fokker:
I saw people urinating on this:
Marble Sculpture, Mid 1900's
Well, that’s all for now. Have a good Shabbos, and see you next week.