Had a miracle happened? Is this forlorn and neglected Somerville corner actually a holy place? Like Lourdes, had a disabled pilgrim been cured? And gratefully left behind their no-longer-needed crutches? Or could it be that those awesome folks stealthily posting “Board of Peace” notices all over the city decided to add those poignant props to their anti-war message? “Remember?” those crutches demand. “Those daily headlines about ‘Strikes in the Middle East’ result in death, maiming, injury.” Who knows?
Guess I’ll just let the Mystery be.
Here’s what I do know. I’m about to need crutches, myself. (Actually, post hip-replacement surgery, I’ll probably be using one of those two-wheeled walkers, instead.) So it’s not mysterious that of all the detritus we city dwellers encounter daily, guess what I noticed. Yes, to put this into Quakerese, they “spoke to my [literal] condition.”
The real Mystery I’d like to solve is this: What am I not seeing?