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    It's a transitional day out here for me.  Wednesdays I have been going to a series of lectures, but they ended a couple of weeks ago.  So I've just been hanging out and watching bad TV.

    Thinking about sense of place today.  How I came to be here, after having been born in the Bay Area.  And what it is we don't see about where we live.  

    In the case of Philadelphia, it's Independence Hall.  Most of my native Philly friends went there once or twice on a school trip.  They don't really think about it very much.  My first visit there felt the way for me that the Vatican must feel for a devout Catholic.  It is my most holy shrine.  Even so, over time, having lived here a while, even I became immured in indiference.

    The first time I broke out of that was when my brother came to visit for the first time.  We took the obligatory pilgramage.  He was quiet in the room where the Declartion and the Constitution were debated and signed.  But it truly hit him when we moved over to the room in which the Supreme Court had met.  He is an attorney, after all.  I was moved by the emotion of his response.

    The second time was on the first day the Hall was re-opened after September 11th.  I took my sone over in the stroller, and we stood with a group of tourists as the guide solemnly related the history.  My boy was his ususal exhuberant self, and the guide kept glaring at us, occasionally stoppint his talk to do so.  I was annoyed that he woulc be trying to make us feel less than in the birthplace of modern equality.  Nowadays, there are barriers and armed rangers around the Hall.  I feel diminished every time I see that.

    The equivalent, in Marin, is Muir Woods.  I can't tell you how many times we went there when I was a kid.  When I brought my girlfriend Mary out to visit one year (I was pretty serious about her), that was one of the obligatory stops we made.  Mary was an effusive young lady.  So, when, as we walked down the main trail through the woods, I noticed she wasn't speaking, I glanced over at her to see if anything was wrong.  Her cheeks were glistening, as tears rolled unashamedly down her face.  I asked her what was wrong.  She said to me "I have been dreaming about this my whole life."

    Happy birthday to Catie Curtis:

    Ancora Impara--Michelangelo

    by aravir on Wed May 22, 2013 at 09:35:22 AM PDT

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