Happy Love the Library Month! I would have reminded you
sooner, but I just discovered it myself. Before the internet, I thought a
library card was a passport to the world. When I was a kid (shortly after the
discovery of fire) it was my favorite place.
I was a nerdy, bookish, smartass girl in school. Imagine a
Jewish Hermonie Granger, with thick glasses and crooked teeth. I was always
raising my hand in class, thought myself the smartest person in any room and
was totally insufferable. Surprisingly, I did not hang with the popular crowd.
I usually had my nose in a book. And the library was where all the books lived and you could even take them home with you. For awhile at least.
Many years ago, my sister took me on a whirlwind trip to NYC. We raced around Manhattan, seeing everything we could and collapsing, exhausted in our hotel that night. My first job out of high school was at the Toledo Public Library as a clerk. I loved that job! So I had to have my picture taken in front of the New York Public Library, aka Mecca for Library Nerds.
