I was just sitting here thinking about how interesting it is to work at a library. How you never know what the next person is going to ask about. How fun it is once you get over the fear that someone is going to ask you something beyond your abilities. Which hardly ever happens, and when it does, people are pretty good about accepting your failings.

So in the past few evenings I’ve had people ask about trains, the real ones, and trains, the toy ones. A small child, probably in the fourth grade, wanted books on the Viet-Nam war because, as his mother says, he’s “into” reading about war right now. A young mother needed help with fractions so that she can prepare for an entry test into the military. Middle school kids are still coming in looking for information about genetic disease. That’s been going on for a couple of weeks, and I think the paper must be due this week based on the increased urgency in their voices and faces. And, as always, there are those odd requests that make you wonder why someone wants the information. Like the nutritional value in walnuts. But, being professional we don’t ask, we just find the information and use our imaginations to figure out the why of it all.