A Very Quiet Symphony | Joanna Biggs
Not long ago, a friend was visiting from out of town. On her last evening in New York, we still had catching up to do, so we met early for dinner to cram in every update we could. We kept talking as we headed to the subway, and didn’t stop until we were forced to by the noise of the rattling train, whose screeching brakes defeated us. I smiled and shrugged at her, knowing that our next sentences would have to wait until we got off—that there would be a gap in our conversation and that whatever we were about to say would probably be forgotten forever. And while we were silent, I noticed a group of three young women who had stepped into our car and were talking and laughing together. The noise hadn’t stopped them: they were speaking visually, in American Sign Language. I had rarely considered when it might be useful to have a way to communicate without sound. ASL was standardized at the American School for the Deaf in Hartford, Connecticut, …