And so it was the link to Night at the Museum in lower Manhattan - free entry, late hours. As well the reinforcing reminder that June 19th was "Juneteenth" - the date that the last of American slaves learned of their emancipation. Different celebratory events for the occasion in and around the city were listed. The first of the listings for Night at the Museum was the African Burial Ground National Monument, a mere fifteen minute walk from the office. Perfect overlap.
So that day was all about getting done and out in time to arrive by 7:30, a half hour before closing time. It was lovely, and educational, and a nice break from routine and an excuse to take a walk on a warm evening. Juniors were corrupted by yours truly into playing hooky and joining.
My beloved city - built by many hands - some of those forced. It is cathartic, in some ways, to reflect, give due recognition, to be grateful for the benefits bestowed. And to be reminded to strive to not allow injustices and slights to be normalized.
My beloved city - built by many hands - some of those forced. It is cathartic, in some ways, to reflect, give due recognition, to be grateful for the benefits bestowed. And to be reminded to strive to not allow injustices and slights to be normalized.
An hour out. Then back to the office. Not as productive as aspired to, but ah well. All about balance, trying to live in the moment, not miss out. The essence of freedom, and a good way to honor the toil of those before.
