Category Carnegie Library

The Bishops

One might ask what a Hells Angels founding-father and a 4th Century preacher have in common, but I think I’ve found some similarities worthy of sharing. About a month ago I was chatting with a regular patron who decided to reveal some of his sordid past. He’s a tall, lean man, probably in his late […]

Carnegie Library promo

I’ve had an essay on the back-burner for some time, in an attempt to gather my thoughts on what it is to be a librarian at the Carnegie. Initially, I had imagined presenting this paper at a conference because I love public speaking. I get a real high out of it. And when I was […]

A Day – March 30, 2017 at the Carnegie

My bicycle was being repaired since I had stretched out the chain, worn out the sprocket to little nubs, and no longer had responsive braking. It had to be done. Fortunately the weather had a surprise breakthrough with the sun coming out, so I was happy to walk to work. It was a day like […]

Dream weaver

I don’t know what it is about Fridays. I came home from work late yesterday, choked up, and without my cherished hand-woven socks. Scott knows the full story, but essentially I had my heart broken after spending time with a young woman at the library. Aboriginal, alone, from Manitoba, possibly pregnant, and a painful experience […]

Be My Valentine

I always have a glut of romance paperbacks in the library, which are automatically sent to us through the delivery – to disperse new material throughout the system of branches. They sit on the bottom rack of a book spinner, until I’m forced to move them along to another branch where they might be more popular. […]

Tallulah and the Favourite Angel

He stood like a statue in front of the check-out counter. His eyes were completely glazed over and he was obviously enraptured with something, or someone, muttering incoherent thoughts. The other library patrons, while used to the strange and the mentally ill, were shifting in their creaky wood chairs and were evidently becoming uncomfortable. I […]

A Christmas Miracle with Stevie Nicks

I’m mindful when I speak or write about Christmas and the holidays, as it can be a really difficult time for many people, especially folks who feel rejected from their family, alienated from society, and are simply struggling to survive. While really wonderful Christmas memories in wintery Owen Sound, Ontario dominate my mind from childhood, […]