Things were quiet today. Spent most of it doing research. So I think of the library of my youth. The Queensboro Branch of the Queens Library System. It was an odd shaped building, six sided, that sat by itself on an island of land across from the A& P on Main Street. I actually remember some of the books I took out. There was Booth Tarkington's Penrod. A four book series that dealt with being cadet at West Point. Reading those I memorized the answers to questions the new plebes were required to know. One was - How's the cow! She walks, she talks ms he's full of chalk. The lacteal fluid extracted from female of the bovine species is highly prolific to the nth degree. The novels of Ian Fleming were another favorite along with any thing about World War II.
At the library I would read the New York Times and the Herald Tribune. I would also listen to classical music on their record players. The library was always a comfortable place for me. Perhaps that is why I am married to a librarian.
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