Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum, as I've said earlier, is an arcade/interactive museum, with everything from old Chuck E. Cheese anamatronics to historical movie viewers. And it's proprietor, Marvin Yagoa, still empties the ticket-takers himself, despite many years of flourishing business.
It's this man I met on my first outing wearing 'The Shirt'.
It was just as we were leaving the establishment that I stopped to talk to him: Marvin had known my father in the past (sadly, my father passed away two years ago), and I wanted to see if he still remembered him.
"What's your shirt say? What does that mean?" He cut in.
I explained that I was Jewish on my father's side, that I played Dungeons and Dragons, and that I supported gay rights.
"See that new machine?" He pointed to a tall doll wearing a wedding dress. "That's my new wedding machine. It'll marry anyone, man and man, it doesn't matter."
I left, beaming. Chalk Marvin up as a great man with a great establishment.
It's this man I met on my first outing wearing 'The Shirt'.
It was just as we were leaving the establishment that I stopped to talk to him: Marvin had known my father in the past (sadly, my father passed away two years ago), and I wanted to see if he still remembered him.
"What's your shirt say? What does that mean?" He cut in.
I explained that I was Jewish on my father's side, that I played Dungeons and Dragons, and that I supported gay rights.
"See that new machine?" He pointed to a tall doll wearing a wedding dress. "That's my new wedding machine. It'll marry anyone, man and man, it doesn't matter."
I left, beaming. Chalk Marvin up as a great man with a great establishment.
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