My mom and dad were in town this weekend to see Clementine (and, to a somewhat lesser degree, Linette and me). On Saturday, we all went to the Henry Ford Museum. We had a good time. I particularly liked the new exhibitions on the quilting of Susana Allen Hunter and popular American culture. The latter had a place where you could stand in front of a green screen and dance along with videos from the 80’s. My mom took Clementine up, and I punched the button for Duran Duran’s “Rio.” This is a photo of my mom and bewildered daughter standing if front of a model’s long, sexy legs. Fortunately, I didn’t reach for my camera a minute earlier in the song, when an ejaculate-like bucket of white paint is splattered across a woman’s gyrating buttocks.
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Thank you. There is now one less thing in the universe that I can masturbate to.
I guess things balance out then, because I have one new thing. Isn’t it wonderful how the universe seeks equilibrium?
Because no one else has:
Wow!
Moving on the floor now babe you’re a bird of paradise.
Cherry ice cream smile I suppose it’s very nice
With a step to your left and a flick to the right
You catch that mirror way out west
You know you’re something special and you look like you’re the best.
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand.
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land.
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio Rio dance across the Rio Grande.
I’ve seen you on the beach and I’ve seen you on T.V.
Two, of a billion stars, it means so much to me
Like a birthday or a pretty view
But then I’m sure that you know it’s just for you
Hey now (wow), look at that. Did he really run you down?
At the end of the drive, the lawmen arrive you make me feel
alive alive alive
I’ll take my chance ’cause luck is on my side
I tell you something I know what you’re thinking
I tell you something, I know what you’re thinking
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twists across a dusty land.
And when she shines she really shows you all she can.
Oh Rio Rio dance across the Rio Grande
Her name is Rio she don’t need to understand
I might find her if I’m looking like I can
Oh Rio Rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the North down to the Rio Grande
I’m just curious — how does the museum deal with Ford’s Nazi sympathies?
They don’t. Or at least I haven’t seen it dealt with.
I used to work for a well known archeologist. When I told him that I was moving to Michigan, he encouraged me to go to the Ford’s Greenfield Village (which is connected to the Henry Ford Museum). He said that Hitler’s birthplace was among the buildings Ford had assembled on the property. I’ve asked several people who work at the museum, and none had heard that story. My friend has since passed on, so I can’t go back to him. It’s seems plausible.
When I was a student at Hank High (Henry Ford CC), my history prof was also a tour guide for Henry Ford Estate. She gave my class the forbidden history tour of the estate and pointed out swastikas in the woodwork along with many other salacious details (like the boathouse he used to motor to his affair with a lady just downstream). I’m pretty sure she pointed out Hitler’s birthplace, but, since she also said it wouldn’t be on the final exam, I didn’t pay much attention. As best I remember, it’s submerged under the reflecting pond just north of the estate.
Who’s up for an MM.com field trip?
If this month wasn’t so busy I’d go…
I hadn’t heard the story of Hitler’s birthplace. It certainly sounds possible. That Ford was a creepy guy.
I was at the Library today and found their free museum passes. If anyone ever decides to visit Henry Ford Estate, stop by the Ypsi Library first and you can get in for free.
You know, you could have told us before we renewed our membership, OEC.