Ain't No Rock 'N' Roll to Me

As I ventured into the depths of Ohio - further than what Cedar Point and the Turnpike can provide - I am convinced that my digusting prejudice regarding that state is blatantly obvious. As well it should be - everything about the state sucks. Except one thing, they can bring Kevin Smith to a rickety college town, and that is pretty cool. But that's it. They can't even get rock and roll right. Hardly a "hall of fame" from any standard definition of the word, it is more like a generic museum with very cool subject matter. Expecting the impact to be far greater than almost a disappointment, I can say I've been and won't go out of my way to go back. I won't even make it a point to suggest it to anyone. I learned more about rock and roll history in my own backyard than I did in that building in Cleveland. I'm disappointed that the Mather is only a seasonal museum, seeing a sister site of the Dossin would have been far more cool and probably the highlight of the mini-vacation to the dreaded Buckeye state.

Now it's time to shift my focus to the Dossin. It opens March 24 and it's a really exciting time. I got the gift shop displays I wanted and Higdon prints to sell - I'm going to be proud of it. Hopefully we have an outstanding opening weekend similar to what the Main museum experienced back in September. And the only thing cooler than 305 years of Detroit history is Maritime history.

Now I return to my domestic duties to tap my Irish roots and make shamrock cookies. Yummy...