My Job

I get to go behind the curtain, behind the shelving, behind the “No Admittance” and “Personal Only” doors. Up the stairs passed the red velvet ropes, and off the marked trails.

I get to hear the academic stories and the personal tales.

I get to sift through photos of grandparents and of uncles of people I’ll never meet.

I’ve  become an armchair expert of many very small specific histories.

I get to go behind the curtain.

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