by Andrew McDiarmid Once again, he reminds me that we are all children in the same family. It’s the sentiment of Lord Stanley too, standing nearby with open arms to people of all colors, creeds, and customs. These statues set the tone for the steady stream of visitors who enter by horse and horsepower, bicycle and foot. It’s the reason the mother watching her children play will look over at you and smile, why the vendor will take extra care packing your ice cream, why the beluga whale will seem to slow as it swims by in the tank, giving you time to take in its prominent forehead and dark, piercing eyes. It may also be why you pick up the stray wrapper on the forest path and why you offer to take a picture for the newlyweds at Hallelujah Point. And it’s quite possible, however unlikely, that the squirrel sitting on the rock while you eat your lunch will give you a nod, remembering a poem he read once about a helpless field mouse and the kind young man who noticed it and saved it from the blade of his plough.