Speaking of 'equality', here is the other side of the Juneau aisle:

At that same house museum I had volunteers from all over the US who signed on to help for a period of time.

A couple of years it was a retired woman from Chicago. After retirement she had taken up photography in a big way. She told me this story:

She had photographed from up the hill and then descended a block or two and set up her tripod again.

S garbage truck squealed to a stop in the intersection and the driver called to her, "If you want a better view, go up the hill."

And, she said, "I stood in the intersection discussing photography with a garbage man. That wouldn't have happened at home."