For ninety‑one years, the men who carved Cleveland’s most famous statues were officially known as “a crew of workmen.” The bridge they worked on got a commemorative name, and so did the baseball team that plays in its shadow. This week I followed the money, the monuments, and a small brown marker on a side street in Little Italy to see who actually gets written into stone.

In St Andrews, stepping over the memorial letters P.H.—marking where a young scholar died for dangerous ideas in 1528—connects you to six centuries of students who walked these same stones wrestling with the courage to think for themselves.

How working as the youngest docent at a historic house museum taught me the listening skills that became the foundation of my archival career.