Quiet please
Signage at the Lincoln Memorial calling for respectful silence seems anachronistic and tone deaf in the present moment.
I was caught off guard the first few times I was shushed in a museum. Invariably, someone was scowling at me, often holding an index finger was pressed to a pair of lips. As my speaking voice isn’t particularly loud, it seemed odd that anyone feared my talking would unsettle pastel dust or cause paint to flake off. It turned out my accusers believe muse…