Union Terminal at 75
A few nights ago my wife and son and I saw the Imax film about skiing, as Jake is a huge ski enthusiast. When I say I "saw" it, I mean I listened to it for ten minutes while the cameras swung through mountain passes and dropped over cliffs. Predictably, I left after ten minutes of lightheadedness and had time to kill in the big empty rotunda of Union Terminal waiting for them. There were just a few workers and me there and it was the first time I’d felt the profoundness of the space, minus the hustle of families and kids.
It’s like being in the presence of a giant. A kind of reverence takes over. I studied the beautiful details -- (one of the founders was named Newcomet — how cool is that?) Pound for pound, it is hard to imagine that any other building in this town contains the memories, the joy, the fears and the grief of that building from its WWII days when it witnessed soldiers on their way to war or families greeting the return of their changed boys, or, tragically, their bodies.
Now, in its reincarnation as a museum center, I have an invitation to see Bodies: The Exhibition. As a visual learner, I always thought I would absorb health warnings better if I could actually see what the foods, medicines and supplements were doing to my body. On the other hand, as a squeamish person, I'm worried about fainting dead away.
Has anyone seen Bodies: The Exhibition? Any thoughts?