A library autobiography and I missed high school! Oh if I could find a picture of THAT library.
Well, for starters, we were still on card catalogs and I got a little obsessed with CQ Researchers. My senior year, my friends and I mostly had community college classes to grab up credits, so we had lots of early afternoons. We’d sit in the reading nook near the spinning paperback racks, pull down a Harlequin at random and read loudly to make the librarian nervous. She was my tennis coach’s wife, so I always felt just a little bad about it.
Then it turns out she was totally chill. A few weeks before graduation she gives one of these, ‘psss, come here’s and pushes over like six boxes of fireworks to me! No idea why she had them and why she felt a pack of 18 years olds would be the best recipients of such a gift. But we totally stoked and damn happy to have them, little hillbillies we were anyways.
Probably more importantly, it was were I found Pride and Prejudice. And also fireworks.