Ever since I can remember, I have loved libraries and
books. It all started in a small basement library in Garland, Utah.
My mom would take me and my sister there often to check out stacks of
books. I remember how I loved the quiet, almost reverent, feeling and
the smell of old, musty books. Imagine my excitement when I first entered
the Library of Congress in Washington DC. Then, imagine my disappointment
to find out that I was only allowed to look down on the reading room from a
glass window above. I have been wanting to get my reader card ever since
I first walked into this building.
Picture me sitting in this reading room, doing research.
It's going to happen now. I am, finally, along with my friend Lynne, a card-carrying Library of Congress reader! We did notice that our cards are only valid for 2 years. Guess we'll have to make the trek back to DC next year to renew!
(Oh my, what a mug shot!)
