The need to be part of todays remarkable events in some way brought me to the little barn on Mill Street in Nyack late this afternoon. The old stable slowly, but issistently, being converted to an exhibit celebrating the 19th century Underground Railroad seemed like an appropiate place to be on this day in America. Call it history, call it symmetry, call it a miracle. The notion somehow astounds that as I stood there today, on the very ground where Black men and women once sought temporary refuge on their flight from slavery, one of their African brothers was becoming the President of the United States. I took the opportunity, on this very special innaugaration day to work for a while on the placement of the descriptive sign explaining the Underground Railroad to future visitors. Maybe it wasn’t much, but for today it was History in the making, for tomorrows, history in the telling. Photo attached
