One of my favorite “Sunday” things to do is read the travel
section of the paper. Perhaps
sitting on my patio enjoying a cup of American coffee and reading about Paris
is the next best thing to croissants on the Champs Elysees.
This
past Sunday I came across Rick Steve’s weekly column about “odd” museums in
Europe. The one particular museum
mentioned that caught my eye was The Museum of Broken Relationships, located in
Zagreb, Croatia. According to
Steves, (the famous travel guru who I long to come back as in my next life) the
museum features “stories from failed couples from around the world, together
with items representing their relationships.” Included in the museum’s collection are “discarded wedding
albums, sex toys with stories about unreasonable requests and plenty of items
broken with vengeful wrath.”
Interesting to note is that the collection is “ever-changing” according
to Steves.
As
a family law and divorce attorney, I could not help but wonder if a similar
museum would succeed in South Florida.
My mind began to work overtime as I created displays of various relics
in my overactive imagination.
Broken crystal glasses, broken dishes, broken vases (hey, broken
ANYTHING…think I’ve seen it all)
keys used to scratch cars, piles of empty wine bottles (perhaps we could
turn them into some sort of free-form sculpture), ripped articles of
clothing, photos of storage units
warehousing all the missing marital property, an iphone (or Android- I am
politically correct) display where patrons could scroll through select text
messages between parties and/or the cheating spouse and his/her paramour,
videos of (fill in the blank) recorded by the private investigator, and so much
more. Come to think of it, I am
sure I could truly have an ever changing collection that might even eclipse
that of the Zagreb museum. After all, doesn’t it always seem that the whacky news
stories have at least some connection to South Florida?
Notwithstanding that I now
revealed two alternate careers I might have enjoyed, to wit: museum curator and
travel expert, I suspect I will be in back in my office
tomorrow, and the day after and, quite candidly, for the foreseeable
future. Still, I can always dream
that in spite of imagining myself engaging in a new occupation, what I would
really enjoy is not being able to think of more items to add to the “Broken
Relationship Museum.”