Hello Old Friend

I am going to need reference books and an occasional study hall, so I head to the public library in Clinton, Missouri. I find the Henry County Library on a gravel road one block off the historic square. As I pull into the parking lot I notice the Sheriff’s Office next door. I bet that keeps overdue books to a minimum.

The stern sixty-something librarian fits my stereotype perfectly until I notice the court jester tattoo that covers most of her right forearm. She patiently explains that my 15$ annual fee allows me 10 books and 4 dvds with an overdue fine of 2 cents/day. I complete the application, which requires a personal reference, and step inside the cool library quiet.

My first subject is The Scientific Method, aka The Engineers’ Gospel. It feels like catching up with an old friend. That is, an old friend who gives pop quizzes. I am reminded that The Method is nothing without Observation and that Observation is nothing without Measurement. Otherwise, we would still all believe in Spontaneous Generation and that frogs come from mud.

After two hours I am craving coffee, but YELP tells me that the closest coffee shop is 70.7 miles away. That feels as distant as my teaching career. Back to work.