One of the standard things that I normally do when I’m moving to a new town is get a library card. I knew what I was getting into. We basically went from a pretty populous area in Maryland just outside of D.C. and moved to a town that has as many people as a couple of apartment buildings.
As I was waiting for the paperwork to go through (can’t avoid that no matter where you go), I skimmed the aisles looking for books to read. It appeared that there were two sections to the library. Fiction and non-fiction, and that’s pretty much it. I was looking for something to catch my eye. I saw a lot of books by some best-selling authors, a few others by some popular authors, but it appeared to me that there was an absolute dearth of sci-fi books. Okay, said me, I’ll see if I can find the masters. I’ll dive back into the classics of the genre. Looking for the masters…I don’t see any. Well, I see a book by Ray Bradbury, but it looks to be one of his mainstream books.
No Herbert, no Asimov, no Heinlein, no Clarke. Niven, Brin, Scalzi, Bear…none. This could be a big problem for me. My wife had found a couple of books and seemed okay, but I was still dragging, trying to find something I could read.
As I was about to leave, I did notice a small bookshelf which was like a small island of goodness. Here was the Sci-fi/Fantasy section. Small but easy to find. Some classics, some newer fiction. I probably have more sci-fi books than this particular library, but it was a welcome site.
Ah, another thing about today. Found out our stuff will be here tomorrow (or should be). In honor of that, here’s the late George Carlin with his words on “stuff”.
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