GUEST COLUMN: It happened again last week

It happened again last week. A young man came into the museum with that look. That look that tells me he is hoping that I will know him, that his connection to the community can be validated. Fortunately, I remembered him as a child and called him by name. From that moment, the relief was evident. This kid knew that he belonged to this community. His history was here. No matter where he traveled, this…