If you enjoy this blog post, consider subscribing to get my newsletter. Comments are always welcome and appreciated. Palmyra, New York, has the kind of old-building silence that makes you listen harder. A floorboard pops in the next room. A draft brushes past your shoulder. A display case reflects something for half a second, then nothing. Maybe it is just an old house settling. Maybe it is the Erie Canal wind sneaking through a seam in the wall. Or maybe Palmyra’s museums