Well, once again I missed my chance to say hello to the librarian at the Inglewood branch of the Nashville Public Library who was very patient with me when I was an almost-daily visitor to the library as a very small child. I want to see him to tell him that he helped instill the obsession with libraries that eventually led me to my current career. His name is Kevin. He's been there forever.
I know he was working today, because he still drives the same car he did when I was going there as a little kid, 20+ years ago (it's a vintage VW bug, beige). Why yes, I am in Nashville. My grandmother (who was the one who uncomplainingly took me to the library practically every day during summer vacations when I was little) died this week and her funeral was today. Yes, I am very sad about losing her. She was a major part of my life and I was looking forward to her meeting her namesake.
