Have a great week!

Reg,

Once MAGA replace all the State Library boards, the mess will be cleaned up. But the range of books will be all under the same section. The Dewey Decimal system will become redundant. They will probably have hundreds of copies of the same book. Any other books will require crayons.

Good. Then they’ll sit and collect as much dust as…[Read more]

PopeBeanie,

Wow, I haven’t seen any problems close to that in a dozen libraries nearby here in northern California. I imagine our taxes are significantly higher. 🙂

You smile like that’s a good thing. I’m sure the taxes are even higher in L.A. and San Fransisco and other spots in southern California, yet Skid Row spills over into hallowed h…[Read more]

Once MAGA replace all the State Library boards, the mess will be cleaned up. But the range of books will be all under the same section. The Dewey Decimal system will become redundant. They will probably have hundreds of copies of the same book. Any other books will require crayons.

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TheEncogitationer wrote:
The last times I went to a library, it had loud, noisy kids who chased each other in the library and librarians and “security” who didn’t have the brass to throw them out, and the fleas from someone’s comfort/familiar animal attacked me and practically chased me out. One library had signs telling people not to bring f…

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Enco, yes. The local library is here is all of that. You get a good whiff of urine as you approach gateway to literary wonders. Those who have just about given up on life have all but moved in.

I also practically lived in the library at my university when I was working on my grad degree. Thankfully I did have a home to go to when I left.

Should…[Read more]

Robert,

Aw, Gramps Bradbury! You can read probably all of those books and more on The Guttenberg Project or The Internet Archive without a library, a place where you don’t want to live because nowadays, everyone else lives there and brings their worst ways.

The last times I went to a library, it had loud, noisy kids who chased each other in the…[Read more]

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of…[Read more]