We Had To Cross is written and published by me, yours truly, a scruffy, glasses-wearing ne’er-do-well of indeterminate provenance and dubious repute.
WHTC is best read on a modern browser, but should be readable on just about anything. The grey background is a photograph of a March afternoon’s low and gloomy sky, unless you are visiting this site from a mobile web browser, in which case it (meaning the background) is plain old #d4d4d4. All text is set in Sebastian Kosch’s Crimson Text, a “beautiful workhorse,” unless your browser precludes style sheets from specifying custom typefaces, in which case WHTC will first offer Georgia, then Times New Roman as alternatives before finally conceding defeat and letting your now notably obstinate user agent specify any damn serif font it pleases.
Finally, by way of explanation
“…how perilous our infancy. How humble our beginnings. How many rivers we had to cross before we found our way.”
—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot