by Walter Brasch
On a bright Monday morning, a day before tax returns were due, I bumped into my ersatz friend Marshbaum who was placing a change container at the Gas-High Mini-mart on Low Octane and Greed avenues.
"March of Dimes?" I asked.
"Dimes. Quarters. Ten-dollar bills. Whatever."
Since he misunderstood my question, I tried it another way.
"What charity? Humane Society? MS? Veterans Relief?"
"Even better. A museum."
"Science museum for kids? Art museum?"
"Not even close."
"I'm not playing 20 Questions. Put the danged label on your change can." From a tattered vinyl briefcase, Marshbaum took out a peelable label proclaiming donations for the "Marshbaum Museum of American Culture."
"You can drop your spare change into it now."
"What's the scam?" I asked suspiciously.
"No scam. Legitimate museum. Just like the Historic Voodoo Museum, the International Toaster Museum, and Britney Spears' one."
"Britney Spears has a museum?"
"Not really a museum, but four rooms in a museum in her hometown of Kentwood, Louisiana. Been there more than a decade. Even has a scale model replica of the stage of her HBO concert and a full-scale replica of her pre-teen bedroom."