|When I have a good idea, I like to share it with the whole world, apparently
||[Dec. 30th, 2006|05:28 pm]
I'll give a little background for the two or three of you who live in a hole in the ground. The delightful movie, A Christmas Story, though set in Indiana, was actually filmed in downtown Cleveland. And the house in which it was set is on a small lot in the Tremont neighborhood, a fascinating residential area that boasts both areas of ramshackle desperation and some of the best restaurants and art galleries in Cleveland - it is in a Renaissance, just ask anyone.
Anyway, the home of Ralphie and Randy and the Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle (with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time) was in danger of condemnation just a few years ago when a true fan, one Brian Jones, bought it and poured his heart and soul into its restoration.
Now, the inside of the house was not actually used for the movie, but that did not stop Jones from turning the whole place into a museum dedicated to a movie that did almost nothing at the box office.
Every cult needs its Mecca, and this little house on West 11th in Tremont has risen to the occasion.
This year, it is at last open as a museum. Jones bought another house, across the road, to use for ticket sales and as a gift shop. So today we decided that we'd go by and take a gander.
Turning onto the car clogged street gave us our first moments of trepidation. The line going into the house was long, but not dauntingly so. Like Ralphie going to visit Santa Claus, we were smiled with some relief.
Then we saw the line going into the gift to get tickets to go into the house. It stretched all the way back to Terre Haute!
We are sentimental, but not insane. As we dodged other cars that were parking, their passengers climbing out resolutely to join the queue, we looked at each other and said....
"We can visit next summer."
Alas, for now, my tree is not adorned with a tiny leg lamp in a box marked "FRAGILE" (must be Italian!). But we live in Cleveland. Our time will come.
A crowd like that could put your eye out.