I was one of many people
drawn to participate in a learning experience
which was taking place outside in a historical town
in front of a very old Victorian house which was painted a deep forest green. As I sat on the floor, I grabbed for a large long piece of foam, a mat or mattress which I could sit or sleep on if needed, realizing that not everyone had a mat and that if I let it go someone else would probably take it. The man who was teaching said that he had started scraping at some dried mud and as it fell away the porch ceiling was revealed. I looked up from my mat and there, high above my head was the deep forest green bead boarded ceiling he spoke of. As it turned out, this was a class on archeology in which the subject was this old house which had been unearthed....