Several months ago, back in December, a man died. His books were given to the library. No surprise really since he was a librarian.
Many books still have the receipts in them. I can tell what you what bookstore, and sometimes even what clerk, and of course the date, price, and hour that they were bought. Kind of creepy.
Today I am sorting through those books to see what we already have, and what we don't. Then adding whatever I can to our library collection.
December 9, 2008 a man died. Hit by a train. Suicide.
Every time I pick up one of these books I wonder why. I add "In Memory of..." stickers to some of the books, but not all. There are too many.
Cats, Opera, Jewish History, and more.... this is what I am doing today.
