dans la bibliothèque.
And if you're just looking to stay cool, the library is encouraging residents to visit any one of its 60 branches.
i read that on the ny1 website yesterday. thinking of the library always reminds me of my dad, because he's a bookworm who's always reading a new library book, rarely a new new book - something ive long admired about him.
so at the invitation of the public library, i decided to take refuge from the heat and pay homage to my dad at the same time by going to our old neighborhood's local branch on 23rd street, epiphany.
when i stepped inside, the place was packed. but closer inspection revealed that the majority of the people there had no interest in serious browsing or reading - they were just there to hang out. most of the tables were filled, but mostly with people who were not reading.
i went and found ellison's invisible man on the shelves, since it's my dad's favorite book, and started looking for a seat myself.
while i was making the rounds, i noticed an old, neatly-dressed man teetering on the perimeter of the tables, looking for a seat himself. i asked him if i could help him find a place to sit down.
he smiled warmly at me, and this time i thought of my grandfather. 'yes, thank you. i haven't seen the library so filled with people in ages,' he said.
'no one ever comes here anymore.'
i read that on the ny1 website yesterday. thinking of the library always reminds me of my dad, because he's a bookworm who's always reading a new library book, rarely a new new book - something ive long admired about him.
so at the invitation of the public library, i decided to take refuge from the heat and pay homage to my dad at the same time by going to our old neighborhood's local branch on 23rd street, epiphany.
when i stepped inside, the place was packed. but closer inspection revealed that the majority of the people there had no interest in serious browsing or reading - they were just there to hang out. most of the tables were filled, but mostly with people who were not reading.
i went and found ellison's invisible man on the shelves, since it's my dad's favorite book, and started looking for a seat myself.
while i was making the rounds, i noticed an old, neatly-dressed man teetering on the perimeter of the tables, looking for a seat himself. i asked him if i could help him find a place to sit down.
he smiled warmly at me, and this time i thought of my grandfather. 'yes, thank you. i haven't seen the library so filled with people in ages,' he said.
'no one ever comes here anymore.'
posted by Colby | 4:37 PM
1 Comments:
awe colbs, you're so polite!
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