When I was a child, talking in a library was sacrilege. We would whisper quieter than the gentle wind, which could not be felt but could only be seen through its effect on the dandelions. Yet, we would whisper this way all the while looking over our shoulders, thinking the Librarian would come and throw us out and revoke our library cards, preventing us from ever checking books out again.
But now, people talk all over the library. The library is now just a big ol place to keep books that nobody reads. A place to talk on a cell phone in between library aisles. A place to hold conversations in a room full of people studying, without regard for them. Library.
Library.
Why, Barry?
Why?
