Places eharjes Wants to Go

Made by a man on a worldwide sanitation crusade.

This small-town Connecticut restaurant gives each diner a free book from its vast library.

A so-called Singapore junk store that is closer to a historical restoration center.

Despite not growing anywhere near New York City, bananas are ripened in a pressurized room in the Bronx using precise banana science.

A former connection to City Island, it has been abandoned since the 1930s.

The famous author's cottage hideaway.

A seasonal movie monster museum featuring wax creations by a relative of one of the original Universal Studios monsters.

An archival collection of over 2,200 case studies which includes human brain specimens and tumor specimens.

Three acres of mythology-inspired sculptures are visible from the highway.

Founded by the famed children's book artist, this museum spreads an appreciation of the arts through picture books.

One philanthropist's extensive collection of knick-knacks and curiosities is now a public museum of oddity.

Home to the Titanic Historical Society's collection.

A museum dedicated to the quirky and colorful world created by Springfield's favorite son.

A former copper mine which became a truly unsuccessful prison.

The author of Uncle Tom's Cabin was neighbors with Mark Twain while living in this Connecticut home.

A wunderkammer hidden on the top floor of the Hartford statehouse.

This stunning Connecticut mansion is actually just a one-room-deep hoax.

The ancient past meets the retro-future at these dinosaur tracks that are protected by a geodesic dome.

This museum holds a fully-functional replica of the "Turtle," the first American submarine ever built.

These ornate manhole covers were used for a now-forgotten purpose.

Hordes of precariously balanced stone figures crowd the shores of the Hudson River.

This anonymous businessman sculpted in bronze became an enduring memorial after 9/11, and had been mistaken by rescue workers for a survivor in the rubble.

There's a piece of New York City transportation history hidden in plain sight at a Manhattan subway stop.

The one-time epicenter of American songwriting is now a little remembered Manhattan commercial block.