Must Be the Music: Day Nine

I mentioned Donald Fagen yesterday, which made me go back in time.


Do you remember the library? I mean, when we had card catalogs and dusty books with moth-eaten pages and a section just for kids and storybook time and the library lady who wore her glasses on a chain and shushed everyone?

The library where I grew up was my haven. it was a home away from home, where I gained an immunity to the smell of paper, the feel of decayed pages, and learned to dance to the sound of the machine they used to imprint a library card information on the card that went in the back pocket of a book.

I saved my meager allowance and bought old copies of ‘Car and Driver’ magazine, among others, from the sale table in the front at the top of the stairs.

And I checked out albums along with books.

I think I listened to everything available from Steely Dan by borrowing them, one by one, from the library.


Cape May County Library, Mechanic Street in Cape May Court House, NJCape May County Library, Mechanic Street in Cape May Court House, NJ

Cape May County Library, Mechanic Street in Cape May Court House, NJ

The memories I have of putting on headphones to give various albums a trial listen. The smell of the card catalog and all … the … books. They continue to bring a smile to my face, even after all this time.

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