Ok, I promise this is the last one. What do you call a person who is afraid of Santa? Claustrophobic! Ho, ho, ho!
Seriously, today is Dewey Decimal Day. So here's a salute to all my librarian friends past and present. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't become a librarian. I haunted our small town library as a youth. I thought it was so neat how the librarian (who had been the librarian since my father was a lad) stamped the due date on the little card and slipped it into the paper pocket inside the front cover of the book. In high school I volunteered to help in the school library. In college I worked in a section of the library called Teaching Materials Services where teachers could check out pre-assembled displays to use in the classroom. I can't even estimate how many letters, numbers and cute little critters I cut out. But as college jobs went it was not too bad. Looking back on it, I honestly don't know why I never even considered being a librarian. Perhaps I suspected, deep down, that I would much rather be reading books than shelving them.
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