Over the three years I have been serving as a pastor in the Tri-Cities area, an area in which I spent much of my upbringing, I’ve become increasingly unsettled by a difficult reality: We are a segregated community.

Remember the story of the Greek mathematician Archemides, who ran through the streets of Athens wet and naked shouting, “Eureka, I have found it!”? He was so excited about his discovery of how to measure density by water displacement (his own while bathing in the tub) that he forgot he didn’t have any clothes on.

We were on our way to our morning workout recently when I noticed a bicyclist riding against traffic on Leonard Road. I mentioned to my wife, Marilyn, that I thought he was violating the “rules of the road.”

The Tri-Cities Historical Museum has been collecting donations since its inception, and over the years has amassed a collection that tells the story of the area.