As a result of poor planning and inconvenient flight schedules, I had some time to kill today in southeastern Pennsylvania. So naturally I decided to visit the “American Treasure Tour.” What is the American Treasure Tour, you ask? It’s got to be seen to be believed, but let me try:

Some years back wealthy, anonymous collector who goes by “Mr C” started collecting old theater organs and other rare musical instruments. (For example, he has a hundred-year-old device that automatically plays two violins simultaneously.) After a bit he also started collecting old automobiles. Given the size and quantity of the stuff he was collecting, he needed a large building to keep it in. So he purchased a 1937 B.F. Goodrich tire factory in Oaks, Pennsylvania, sold off all the machinery inside, and turned the second floor into a private museum of sorts.

His storage space was now essentially as unlimited as his budget. The tire factory building has over a million square feet of floor space, so he started to expand the range of his collection to include all sorts of American pop culture memorabilia. But he’s not interested in the small stuff, like Little Orphan Annie decoder rings or Hot Wheels. Instead, he focuses on big stuff: neon signs, a giant bust (ha!) of Britney Spears, an animatronic Chuck E. Cheese, a Stanley Steamer, an enormous jack-in-the-box, the world’s largest slinky… It’s sort of like if, instead of pillaging European cathedrals, William Randolph Hearst had been enthralled with American kitsch.

Since 2010 Mr C has opened his collection to the public. The main part of the tour is a 45-minute electric tram ride through over 100,000 square feet of the collection. Frankly, it’s overwhelming. There’s just too much stuff, there’s almost no context or explanation for it, and you end up succumbing to sensory overload. It’s impressive, but it’s not especially edifying.

But here’s where things get interesting: Upon leaving the tire factory/museum, I spotted this item that was too tall to fit indoors:

Yes, it’s a muffler man, as evidenced by the distinctive work shirt, the unusual hand positions, the lumberjack build, and the massive height. But what’s up with the head??
It turns out International Fiberglass made a number of these goofy-looking muffler men for mini golf courses. They used the usual muffler-man body, but changed out the head and gave him different clothes. The official word is that these mini-golf versions were meant to look like Mortimer Snerd, but to my eye he’s a dead ringer for Alfred E. Neuman. Almost everyone these days refers to them as “Happy Half-Wit” muffler men.


Two of the Happy Half-Wits resided on the boardwalk at Seaside Heights, New Jersey, for many years, but they were destroyed by Superstorm Sandy in 2012. And this is where Mr. C came to the rescue, purchasing one of the Halfwits, having him restored, and placing him on display here outside the tire factory/museum. Oh, and he is not on the official Wikipedia list!

OK, that’s enough of the muffler men for awhile. Tomorrow will be our Blobfest Extravaganza! I promise!








