The neighbors took us to the Huntington Library. Here I am with Fred and Olivia, trying to get some service in the Children’s Garden.
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April 4th, 2011 at 9:08 am
I remember when I was a kid, libraries had books. Books! Musty, old paper books, with worm-gnawed pages, cracked bindings, and torn covers. We had to find them in a card catalogue. No computers, no help. Just a giant wall of wooden boxes, with little white manually typed index cards.
Now look at these so-called libraries. Green. Leafy even. And I supposed you’re even allowed to talk. Out loud. To other people. Look — children! In a library. Pure chaos.
What is this world coming to?