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Two Men

Two completely different men in two different genres maybe crossing over here and there.


I enjoy both of their offerings, I love reading. And I have returned to several of their books many times.

Orwell for 1984 and Animal Farm (which were required reading in my time in high school) and Bradbury for way too many to mention here.

There is cause to worry when even Dr. Seuss isn’t safe.


Who knew that one day they’d be prophets?

From 1984 to Fahrenheit 451 in less than 45 days.

Some of us saw it coming. But I think we were too busy watching and not busy enough raising our voices.

I don’t like the way things are headed.

That’s it. That’s the post.

I do not like it.


I am.

Scene Of The Crime


I have returned to the scene of the crime.

My mother first brought me here when I was four. She had me reading then. By five I was joining in on the readers contests here. The VFW meets here now. It smells clean, sterile, Pine-sol permeates the air. It’s no longer a library. That has been moved to a newer, β€œbetter” building here in town. 

That new building doesn’t have the smell of paper, ink and binding glue. It doesn’t have decades of β€œshhhhh” embedded in its walls. The floor doesn’t creak as old wood floors do. It’s not a place I enjoy going to.

Now, they are allowed to talk in the library. They don’t have the reverence they should to enter a temple of knowledge in order to worship at it’s altar. 

I am a worshipper in a strange church and the librarians of old are preachers without pulpits.

I want it back.

This is an old post from my old blog but I can recycle that stuff because you probably haven’t seen it.

That’s it. That’s the post.