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After this evening's (excellent) Messiah, the conductor and I got talking to one of the ladies who run things at the church, an older lady named Carolyn who had been singing in the first soprano section. She was telling me which museums I should go to in DC; she mentioned the Museum of African American History and the Native American museum. Then she said "And if you get to the Natural History Museum... in there, they have a lunch counter that used to be in a store called Woolworth's in North Carolina. I was arrested there while we were holding a sit-in, and I spent the night in jail."

( Carolyn's story below )