I did not think that the result was accurate because, in my world, librarians were not cool, or hip and I aspired to coolness and hipdom!
I discarded the advice, as I did other pieces of valid wisdom offered to my by people who did not know as much as I thought I did.
I have often thought how much more satisfying my career might have been if I had investigated the idea, just a bit...
Because I love libraries!
Before the Mister came along and joined us, it was just Ms A and I. We lived in a house in Overland Park, Kansas across the street from a park on the Santa Fe Trail (apparently the swales from the covered wagons can still be seen, if one knows where to look!) The park was small (the perimeter walking path was just a half mile) and the far side of the park backed up to the library.
We considered the library to be our own.
We loved, loved, loved everything about the library!
During my visit in June, I spent some time with a realtor and at the end of an evening looking at houses, I asked her to drop me at the library. I knew everyone was out and about and I would rather wait at the library than sit on the stoop in front of Wisest Sister's house.
As I walked up to the door, I saw this truck in the side parking lot. I thought it was strange to have a seafood truck parked at the library! Upon closer look, I realized it was a library truck, painted with a sense of humor!