I offered a complete money back guarantee to anyone who didn’t come out admitting that they had seen some pretty cool things, and only had one ass who asked for half of his three dollars back, he was only "sort of impressed". Before I could drop the second and third dollar coin into his hand, the smug bastard marched out looking like he had won a huge battle, totally unaware how he had embarrassed himself.

Then there were the two little girls around 13 years old, they were perfect polite and a little precocious, the perfect combo. They spent plenty of time inspecting the museum, then with a dead-pan delivery asked, "So, what are you going for here?" I explained that this was her third visit and she was bringing friends back with her, she was asking smart questions, and had a better grip on analytical thinking than most of the adults. She then "got it” and they became our mascots for the rest of the weekend. They were granted friends of the museum status, and were allowed in as often as the liked. They borrowed the duckling and stood out front talking up a storm, bringing in plenty of business. Around visit number 7 they asked what the deal with the framed butterflies was, and then gave me a stern look warning me to tell the truth. By this time they knew almost all of the stories, and lies, as well as most of the truths, so I figured they earned an honest reply. The framed butterflies were nothing more than space filler; I explained that I didn’t know exactly how much space we would have to play with so I just packed them to fill up a blank side of a display case. The girls told me that wasn’t good enough, they wanted a story. My first thought was no ladies, you are now adopted buy the museum, time to earn your keep, I think you need to craft something and see how easy it is. Without missing a beat the girls explained with complete conviction that these were artic butterflies, the predominantly white coloration helped them to camouflage themselves in the snowy environment. Before I could even comment, they went on about how they burrow into the snow to conserve warmth like an Eskimo in an igloo, they got it, they completely got the idea of my little social experiment, they got the enjoyment of creating a story, and telling it. The girls did such a fine job making up details about the commander of the artic exploring vessel that discovered these artic wonders, that I promised them that next time they see me; the butterflies would be more prominently displayed along with the true story of their artic origin.

This was quite the learning experience for me. I learned just how hard it is to make an easy buck; I learned that stating something as a fact and with authority, makes it so. I learned how to build a show and make it work on a dime. I learned that forty miles isn’t easy, hell I learned that 40 miles is actually more like 56.1 miles for me (three times in one day)

We were offered a spot at the Boston burlesque expo, with talk of subsidizing our appearance; unfortunately we have a date conflict. Another "fan experience" event talked to us about attending their event. We are currently waiting to hear back from a tattoo expo in NYC, and are negotiating with a tattoo convention in Worcester MA. Not bad for a social experiment.

At the moment my Girl Friday is creating a small web page for "Eight Corner Globe" so we can have a specific face for our museum; we hope to have it up within a few days.