I didn’t know such a thing existed, but while headed elsewhere this past weekend I passed a sign advertising the Plastics Museum. As you might imagine, it is full of important history about bakelite and tupperwear and celluloid and space-age materials. It sounds like the perfect place to unleash a couple hundred bored fifth graders.
Yeah, I’m totally going.
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In Italy, one of the minor jokes about America is that we have lots of ridiculous museums. I heard a morning DJ one day laugh about a UFO museum in Nevada and a meat museum in Minnesota. It’s too bad they didn’t understand that the Spam Museum in Austin, MN, is so much more than meat. It’s potted meat.