The world’s first interactive human body museum also serves as a chair for a giant orange man.

The site of Neil Armstrong's first flight is marked by a full on replica of the moon landers.

When a guy acquired a free church, he hauled it away piece-by-piece to make it the tasting hall at his vineyard.

The charming collection celebrates a small Ohio village's Finnish roots.

This massive airship factory is so large that it has its own indoor weather.

A fiberglass jungle, deep in the wilds of the Cleveland suburbs.

Ghost stories surrounded this “castle,” the only structure from a huge mansion that was never built.

This lovely university observatory continues to sit abandoned since its potential savior was sent to jail for fraud.

The only presidential monument to display a late POTUS's actual casket.

A jukebox headstone marks the grave of the Cleveland disc jockey credited with coining the term “rock 'n' roll."

Inside the unassuming cemetery chapel is a magnificent stained glass window and mosaics.

The angel of death appears to weep black tears at this grave marker.

The heroic sled dog of the 1925 serum run is preserved in taxidermy.

This retired stagecoach tavern is the oldest building in Cleveland.

Cleveland's giant "free" stamp is a nod to the Civil War, but was misinterpreted for years.

Marvel at this turn-of-the-century masterpiece that has been turned into a rather stately supermarket.

This steamer is known as "The ship that built Cleveland."

Funded by John D. Rockefeller, this is one of the earliest, and most beautiful, shopping arcades in America.

The only depiction of Abraham Lincoln holding a weapon, and the names of all 9,000 Cuyahoga veterans of the Civil War.

An unoccupied lighthouse encased in layers of ice from the waters of Lake Erie.

This Czar-funded, onion-domed, lavishly muraled Orthodox Church played a starring role in "The Deer Hunter."

The home made famous by the 1983 holiday classic is now a perfectly preserved shrine to the movie.

A collection of witchcraft artifacts and occult paraphernalia started by the leader of the Long Island Coven.

Abandoned since the 1950s, the streetcar lane beneath the heavily trafficked bridge lays empty and unused.