On the Fourth of July, a spectacular Sunday with high skies and low firecrackers, the those who trespass against us appeared.
I was pacing the skyline at the top of the Mt. Adams steps when I saw them: Cubs fans. Two of them. Matching jerseys. They were here for the game and also Mass but mostly to test my growth as a human being. No supervisor on shift here.
Work in education at the Red Hall of Fame and Museum created a long-since rustified reflex to attach a big smile and greeting to fans in opposing jerseys.