What do three New Yorkers do on a rainy Saturday? Visit the New York City Fire Museum, where the thunder of a thousand toddlers at play in the gym above was the musical accompaniment (double metaphor alert) to this two-story paean to New York’s bravest. Of special interest were the intricately engineered wooden horse-drawn fire trucks with their buckets. Of less interest were the ceremonial swords and shields through the ages. Trivia alert: The eagle that holds the shield/badge on a ceremonial fireman’s helmet is called a “front holder.”
Why is there always taxidermy, and is there anything freakier than taxidermy? This dog was beloved, then stuffed.
Actually, it does get more awkward than the Museum of Sex with two opposite sex heterosexual friends: the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art with said friends and his girlfriend. Lots of erections in the form of paintings, photos and collages, leading to a stimulating discussion on the porous (non-existent?) borders between social commentary, erotica and porn. Nary a lesbian in sight.
New York City Fire Museum 3 stars
Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art 3 stars