While working last week with DL to plan an exhibit for the Conner Museum, a school group came into the gallery where we sat. The mass flow of students into the gallery was like the first squirt of water from a garden hose—the stream of students shot forth and one and then another and another separated from the mass, like the spreading flow of water shot from a nozzle.
One of the first to separate from the mass of this junior high class was a young woman, who rushed toward a display case filled by birds. “Holy crap!” the young woman exclaimed, “I love birds!” She said, “I know these birds from a bird book I have at home.” As she stood in front of the display case, she turned her head to look at other cases. “Do they have all the birds of the United States?” she asked.