The library has a tape of Dylan Thomas, the Welsh poet, reading his "A Child's Christmas in Wales." I've been listening to it as I drive.
Thomas, the preternaturally gifted wordsmith, is mesmerizing. On the one hand, he's definitely telling a story, the story of many Christmases in Wales, from the standpoint of a young boy. It's funny and charming.
On the other hand, the sheer, compelling beauty and strangeness of the language sometimes overwhelms the listener with phrases like these:
The longer I'm in the library business, the more I realize how deeply the public and private sectors are interconnected.
It's clear that in 2002, Colorado libraries have taken a hit financially. In some ways, this reflects what's happening in the business world. Many commercial operations are suffering a drop in sales, thus in revenue. Those libraries that are dependent on city sales taxes (as in Denver), are also seeing a sharp decline in revenue.
Today is a day of remembrance. Today is a day when we tell stories, and try to understand the meaning of events both large and small.
The story of 9/11 is well known now, a defining memory for all who witnessed it, like the assassination of JFK, or the moon walk.
The meaning of the events of Sept. 11 is still clouded, however, in part because the story isn't finished.
On Labor Day weekend, I took my 8 year old son to Salida. It's a lovely town.
We went to the enormous covered pool (fed by local hot springs). We played catch in the park. We drove up a dirt spiral drive to the top of Salida's famous "S" Mountain. We strolled through the historic downtown and declaimed from the stage of a riverside park.
And we took a walk along the Arkansas River.