In my hometown, our old, red brick library was imploded a couple of years ago and a glistening, modern marvel of gray block and glass was raised.
Architecturally, I am not attracted by the cover of the book but it is not the brick and mortar to which I owe allegiance. It’s the institution and what it meant to the little girl from Rural Route One.
By the time I was fo...
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