I knew I was just gonna lose it when I got there. Even months before hand, just thinking about going there would make me start to tear up. Needless to say, when I was actually there, I was flat out crying for quite a while, especially in the museum.
I arrived in the city on a warm August evening and took the streetcar to the park…it was very peaceful, a few high schoolers were sitting in circles playing rock-type stuff on acoustic guitars. The feeling of hope and belief in a peaceful future was SO INCREDIBLY palpable. You were suspended for a moment.