A Friday afternoon, a bit sleepy as the weather outside is deciding what it wants to be when it grows up. And inside, there is only the quiet tapping of computer users and whispers of pages being turned at the tables in the reading room – no shooshing needed. The children are still in school and the toddlers are napping.
In the stacks – the rows of bookshelves at the rear of the library – June is shelving, sorting and rearranging the works of thousands of authors. So many stories and she knows where most of them live. She scans the spines, reliving the stories of those she has read and frowning when one has been returned to the shelf at the wrong address.
It is her domain, her comfort zone and she loves to share it with our patrons, our visitors who know that the library has been here for them through the hard times and the joyful. Yesterday, today and tomorrow (9 a.m. to 1 p.m., by the way, on Saturday).
Come by, and if June is here, say hey and thank her for making sure the books are where they belong.