Wednesday comes early this week, because of my crazy schedule. On my drive to work everyday and on the way to the DC History Conference this week I pass a mural poem on the side of a liquor store on Kennedy Street. It’s a neighborhood in transition from a predominately black working/low middle class apartment houses on the street itself as it surrounded by increasingly affluent white single family homes and neighbors. This poem is a hope that the people in the neighborhood see each other and that the new arrivals understand their neighbors and seek to integrate and uplift rather than change and push out.