A small radius town on the Indiana line, shaped with a rich history. Beyond the rich-man histories that erected these crafted buildings, the Quaker history, the jazz history, the forgotten histories. There are plaques and even museums in memory of some these memories, but have the past days planted enough seeds of peace and creativity to revive the story, can those seeds enable this generation to also shape a rich history for the future Richmond community?

Are we classes? Living life collectively as teachers and pupils all in the same life class? Or are we tiers, over and under one another, blind to the pieces of our whole by over-seeking a path of “our own?”