Shhhh!

I don’t know what the local library is like in your town, but around here, it’s  regarded by some (*cough* *cough* me) as somewhat of a halfway house for juvenile delinquents, the retired, the underemployed, the clinically insane, and (*cough*) myself who come to loiter for lack of anywhere better to go besides The Walmart (I often write stories from the library and am also klinicly krazee) and are treated accordingly by its somber staff.

The most memborable thing about this library — aside from the day the crazy lady with the lockjaw accent and smeared lipstick asked me if I was educated, and if so, at which community college — are the row of complimentary computers available to patrons for “surfing” the “on line.”  I’ve tried using these computers on numerous occasions but they’re so heavily filtered with smut guards and porn walls that it’s impossible to search for anything racier than “chicken breast recipes,” let alone navigate to my own email account.

And have they had a new book since 1988? What’s the publication date of Lonesome Dove?

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