Monday, August 8, 2011
I left you last week discussing reflections of a completed project and my girls suggesting a road trip. I took the road trip, totally solo, a new feat for me. How was it and where did I go?
I packed my truck and headed dead north to the lovely city of Cleveland, Ohio. Situated on Lake Erie and home of the Rock n’ Roll hall of fame I saw and conquered as much of Cleveland as I could in one day. Allow me…
I had never seen a Great Lake so I just had to. First stop, a pier right next to the R n’ R.
A fine dinner at Shula’s was in order and yes it is owned by the Miami football coach. This is where I met Rick, who apparently had just got out of the hospital and had been well informed on the difference between dry and wet cured meat.
We sat for a while chatting on where we were from and laughing at our oh so attentive waiter. At last Rick and his driver had to leave, a rather jovial woman who had had one to many martinis. But before leaving the lady asked, “So what are you ordering?”
I replied without missing a beat, “We are sharing the wet cowboy!” Get your mind out of the gutter with hers, it was a steak.
Saturday began with the West Side Market and then to the Hall of Fame. We were informed it would take 5 to 6 hours to tour this museum, so really this was all that was planned. However…
This is my take on the hall of fame, it is a rip off and for these reasons.
- Country is country and in no shape or form to be mistaken for rock n’ roll, why then is it included here? They have their own museum.
- As much as I respect Elvis he is not the king of rock n’ roll. Elvis had huge sales and made it allowable for white kids to listen to what at that time was black music. Yes, Little Richard and numerous others were preforming the music way before Elvis.
- There is very little tribute to the blues. Anyone who follows rock n’ roll knows how instrumental the blues were in it.
- The museum is full of clothing and artifacts, which you expect, however the extent of educational interaction is selecting a song from a huge MP3 player. Wow, I have been educated.
- No cameras are allowed. Really what do you do with a picture of Mick Jaggars tight pants? Drool?
- Les Paul was given some what his due however if you are a Fender lover forget it. They did not apparently contribute to the museum and thus are briefly mentioned.
- They do allow service dogs. Even the 2 pound Pomeranian variety. The gothic woman in front of use was allowed to enter with her 2 pound service dog and Ms. Twister would not let me ask what service it preformed.
- If you are the same age I am, you soon realize your concert memorabilia is museum quality.
- The building is fabulous, however it took us a mere 2 hours to see, read and play with their MP3 Players.
Needless to say I was not impressed with the hall of fame. I could have sat and watched people going in all day, so now I have 3 hours to do something else. The Zoo.
Zoos are a secret love of mine and I have always wanted to design one; again I was let down. Yes it was hot and I except that some animals do not like the heat but…
The Cleveland Zoo must have been designed around our National Zoo. Way to must emphasis on people and not enough on animals. My living room has more space than the gorilla exhibit. Besides I did not see one worker that was old enough to drink.
Please realize I was just disappointed, in NO way am I slamming Cleveland because I had a wonderful time and would do it again. Why?
Because driving home I realized, it is the chance of seeing something new, being somewhere I had not been and meeting people I did not know.
So can someone explain to me, why we do not drive like we talk? Or do you turn the volume up, cut in, cut off and generally scare the crap out of people you are talking to?