I believe the first holiday program I organized at the library was in 1996, maybe ’97. I was still pretty new to the game so asked those I knew well to participate: Tedd and Kay Inman to provide music, and my mother to read…

Liturgy tells us it is right to give our thanks and praise and I can’t think of a better time to do that than Thanksgiving. I’m thankful for our lovely library building—stately on the outside, inviting on the inside. It’s a privilege to work…

I had almost finished writing a Thanksgiving-themed post when I realized that next Wednesday is the 60th anniversary of President John F. Kennedy’s assassination, which I think is more deserving of our…

Prior to my time at PPL, I worked as a bookseller. In many ways, I’m still selling books but don’t take money for the goods I hand over. There are many similarities to the two positions—ordering books, answering questions…

Longfellow’s “Song of Hiawatha” was pretty much the extent of any ‘Indian’ literature of my childhood. Well, that and a book about Squanto that I remember checking out at least once, possibly more…

I’d been working for almost a year at the public library when I first learned of its history. Early in the 20th century, during the coal boom, the town was still new with wooden sidewalks, saloons, churches, schools, and a library…