When it comes to frozen pizza my stepfather has such a refined palate he thinks Tombstone and Jack’s are far superior to all other brands. Growing up with such nonsense I shudder at the thought of eating dehydrated cheese and processed meats off a piece of cardboard, actually any pizza gives me nightmares. I belong to a rare breed of people who do not crave pizza 24/7…yeah, I’ll eat it but I don’t really want it. Thanks, daddy! Well, I know my stepdad has been on a Red Baron kick of late, so I know he’ll appreciate this next museum (unfortunately now closed, but let’s pay our respects to the fact that it ever existed in the first place). In Marshall, Minnesota the Red Baron Museum celebrated not the gargantuan calorie pizza bombs themselves but the Red Baron Pizza Squadron, an aerobatic team of WWII-era Stearman biplanes who were used to market the Red Baron products. Opened between 2004-2009 in a hangar at the local airport, pizza addicts everywhere could learn about the history of the Squadron. They were originally intended to only be used for six months, but it became such a successful marketing tool the fleet kept running for nearly three decades. Don’t ask me why a German fighter pilot (Manfred von Richthofen AKA The Red Baron who never ate a fucking slice of pizza in his entire life) became associated with fat lazy drunk assholes eating crappy cardboard pizzas, but what the hell do I know? But I do believe von Richto-whatever died so that dream could be made possible. Thanks, German dude!