A man shuffles by. I notice that he’s hunched and wears a dirty navy overcoat. He’s unshaven and clutches a newspaper folded in two. I hardly notice him except for the distinct smell of sweat and smoke as I type a subject into the computer’s database search engine. He is the kind of person easy to find in the downtown library. I imagine them shabby savants. But I’m here for the books… I love the feeling of being surrounded by books, and I’ll go just for the possibility of having to choose something from so many books. And coming home with a small stack of books is the best feeling in the world. Yes, I am a nerd, but until I have 4 children, I’m holding on to that nerdiness just awhile longer.
