Blogging Reference

This time yesterday I didn't expect to be here.  Having already worked a Saturday this month, I neglected to look at my schedule.  Then S. said, as she was leaving, "See you tomorrow!".  Aargh...
Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble. (Job 14:1)
So, FSU homecoming game today at noon, which may make for a quiet day at the library, or not.

10:00  Open.

PC for Sebastian.

Update Tallahassee-Leon Co, Statistical Digest in binder to 2009 ed.

Show pharmacy student health db.

GayUSA Travel.  He is sure we have a book w this title, but all I find is GayUSA:  Where the Babes Go, which is, alas, for women.  Suggest gaytravel.about.com .

PC for Reginald, who has an armload of CD's.

PC for Laverne.

Woman at self-checkout station says card has expired.  Take it down to circulation.

Can print from laptop?  E-mail to self and get library PC.

She has a book on reserve.  Send to circulation.

Today's paper.

Wake up printer.

PC for James.

Freestone wants to see if his letter got in the Democrat.  No.

Do we have the new People Weekly?  Find in back, put in jacket, give to her.

Pull other jackets from reading area to put new issues in.

R. brings me a sandwich.

Utopia by Thomas More, take name and hold.

Black Elk Speaks.  Take to shelf.

Books on the death of a parent and grieving.

He's double-booked for PC, give another.

Books on recidivism.  No, show db's, esp. Opposing Viewpoints.

Janel says card is "in the car".  PC for Janel.

12:10  Going to lunch.

It's rained, so the gazebo is full of hwg's, (homeless white guys), whose benches are wet.  Cherry Pepsi, ham panini and Golding's Fire Down Below on the 1st floor landing.

12:45  Back.  L. is here, yay!

Book about a woman recovering from a stroke.  Barbara somebody?  I try and try, but come up empty.

Brown Girl in the Ring by Nalo Hopkinson.  Our copy lost.

PC for Mike.

PC for Tony.

1:35  S. back from lunch.  Magazine reading area full of men pretending not to be sleeping.

Local history section?  L. takes her.

Very quiet.

Woman gives me a funny little fingers-only wave as she passes.


She'll come back.  Was trying to find a book she saw in large print.  About a detective and a girl with a serial killer after her.  She had hid it somewhere this summer, thinking she would come back for it.  She guesses she'll just have to look at every single large print book to find it again.

Self-checkout says take her card to desk.  Means circulation desk downstairs, sorry.  Yes, she can leave her poster here.  She's back. Had thought self-checkout was a PC reservation station.  Goes to 15 min. stand-up PC.

Couple looking for girl who comes here to use Internet.

Phone:  Renewal request for ILL. The Spiritual Science of Kriya Yoga, by Goswami Kriyananda.

Books about drums, and for his brother, about rap music.

Help with Yahoo Mail.

Phone:  E. at Georgia Belle Apts. needs map to her dentist's office.  Will print out and mail,

FAMU grad student wants particular table from 1980 census for Valdosta, GA.  Census.gov only goes back to 1990 online, he says, and FAMU library has mislaid their printed vols for 1980.  We don't have.  Give map to Strozier Library at FSU.

Take map to mail room.

Have other version of Tanakh for checkout?  One I gave her not same as ed. in ref coll.  No, is only one for checkout.

USA Today.

Where is Henderson Room?  (Theta Xi Theta mtg.)

NetLibrary questions, accounting books.  Put Accounting for Dummies on hold.

PC for Maltoria.

Map of Tallahassee.

Camping & wilderness survival books.  Take to shelf.

Today's paper.

Man's PC session timed out because he was only using his laptop.  Woman w new reservation kindly lets him have it to sign back in.  Why's he need 2 machines?


Returns paper.

PC for Dre.

PC for Tamon.

Very quiet again.  S. expresses relief.  Sky is dark w rain clouds.

N. Fl. Fair info.

Help w copier.

Give man book we're holding, Separation of Power by Vince Flynn.

USA Today?  It's out.

PC for Anthony.

PC for Crystal.

4:00  Cigarette on between-floors landing.  Rain drops.  Elton John comes faintly over the trees, "Hold me closer tiny dancer..."

Boy teen asks for S.

PC for L-y-d-i-a, (she spells it out to me).  Do people have trouble spelling Lydia?  Yes.

Lydia oh Lydia, that encyclopidia,
Oh Lydia the Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it the wreck of the Hesperus, too.
And proudly above waves the Red, White, and Blue,
You can learn a lot from Lydia.

She's having trouble using our PC's for school because her class web site needs IE 7.  Maybe the PC's in Media have newer IE?

S. can't find rebound copy of Burke's Reflections on the Revolution in France for boy teen.  Odd, is vol. of Harvard Classics, but at 823, not with the set at 808.  I can't find it either.

The Internet is about all that's going on.  No walk-ups or calls.  Put away some newspapers.

4:45  15 min. announcement.

The Not-So-Hidden Politics of Class Online

I read a story in Library Journal  that cited an online news article, Facebook 'sparked white flight from MySpace' .  It seemed overly sensational to me, and it earned the usual snarky back-and-forth comments one sees on news sites, but it made me curious enough to look for the research it claimed backed it up, a lecture by sociologist Danah Boyd to the Personal Democracy Forum in New York this past June, The Not-So-Hidden Politics of Class Online .

Ms. Boyd observes that social relations reproduce themselves online, a fact that is obvious when stated, but which we don't usually think about.

In many ways, the Internet is providing a next generation public sphere. Unfortunately, it's also bringing with it next generation divides. The public sphere was never accessible to everyone. There's a reason that the scholar Habermas talked about it as the bourgeois public sphere. The public sphere was historically the domain of educated, wealthy, white, straight men. The digital public sphere may make certain aspects of public life more accessible to some, but this is not a given. And if the ways in which we construct the digital public sphere reinforce the divisions that we've been trying to break down, we've got a problem.
Not everyone has the skills or understanding to engage with the public sphere in a meaningful manner. If you think that civics education is in bad shape in this country, take a look at media literacy. Digital publics combine the worst of both of these. Most of you in this room learned to use Twitter and Facebook through your friends. Collectively, you set the norms for what is appropriate among your network. If you aren't part of these networks, these technologies may feel very foreign. I recommend each and every one of you to login to MySpace and try to make sense of it today. It will feel foreign to you because it's not your community, it's not your friends. Now imagine how people who aren't like you feel when they walk into Facebook or Twitter.
 She is talking about an issue that has been a concern of "netizens" for a long time.  Andy Oram worried about it back in 1999, when the original "social networking" site, Usenet , was already ancient, in his Dickens pastiche, The Ghosts of Internet Time .

“The Internet is gone,” said my companion, stooped and hoary.
“How could that be—what could replace its bounty?”
“The international financial institutions have a proprietary satellite-based network, imposing and impenetrable. The entertainment companies put out 6500 programs a week, all strictly metered by kilobyte and filtered to isolate controversial content. The electric companies—which always controlled the ultimate pipe, and therefore ended up controlling the medium—run the network that activates devices in the home. Everything the vendors want is built into powerful circuits costing a thousandth of a penny, making software and the culture that accompanied it obsolete. So there are many separate networks, each specialized and tightly controlled.”
“But what about democracy? What about a public space? Is there no forum for the average citizen?”
The old Ghost’s wrinkled face cracked in a sputtering, hollow laugh. “Forum? You want a forum? I’ll give you a million of ’em. Every time Consolidated Services, Inc. or Skanditek puts up a new item on their media outlets, they leave a space for viewers to post reactions. And they post, and post, and post. Nobody can track the debates…”
 More recently, Doc Searls and others have criticized Facebook, MySpace, Twitter and other social networking sites for being "social siloes", (proprietary user interfaces), that are walled off from public access.  This is why I post anything serious that I have to say to this web log, rather than Facebook.  Anyone can find it here.  If I think my FB friends would be interested, I post a link to my FB page.

Nevertheless, I understand people's need, whatever their social standing, to have an online space in which they feel safe to express themselves to others of like mind.  Usenet forums, when unmoderated, could be pretty intimidating.  Trolls commonly baited new posters for fun.  I used to contribute to a flight sim forum for the WWI game, Red Baron, and it saddened me when someone would open his question with, "Please don't flame me".

At the library, as you might guess, we librarians are Facebook users, while our public-access users are MySpace folks.  I will never forget the summer of 2006, when MySpace splashed here among the black teens.  MySpace now gets our attention mainly when someone's MySpace page crashes their browser.


St. Teresa of Avila

We've been watching this Spanish television miniseries, (with English subtitles), on the new EWTN program, EWTN Gallery, Saturday nights at 8 p.m. Eastern.  They've been showing two one-hour episodes each week.  We've seen six, and it looks like we'll see the last two next Saturday.  What a great production, beautifully filmed, with a spectacular performance by Concha Velasco as the Spanish saint and Doctor of the Church.  American television would never make anything like this.  What an inspirational example of holiness and renunciation St. Teresa is.  She was not afraid of any earthly power that tried to block her reform of religious life in Spain in the 16th century.  It's too late to see on EWTN from the beginning, but you can buy it on DVD from EWTN or Amazon, and it will give you weeks of pleasure if you watch one episode at a time.


1893 World's Columbian Exposition

Researching "There's a Place in France" unexpectedly brought me to the tune's origins in the "Streets of Cairo" exhibit at the Columbian Exposition.  The Columbian Exposition was recently brought to life in Erik Larson's popular history, The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America.  The library of the Field Museum in Chicago has uploaded an archive of images from the Exposition, including lovely color plates from The World's Fair in Water Colors, by Charles S. Graham.

My great-grandfather on my mother's side, Karl Pundt, was a brick mason, and helped to build this first ever Ferris Wheel.  He came over from Germany to Chicago in the 1880's.  My mother recalled that he would take her around Chicago, showing her structures he had built.


There's a Place in France...

...where the ladies wear no pants.

He seemed strangely hesitant as he told me that his PC was "frozen".  "Show me", I said.  The "Start" menu worked, but the Internet Explorer browser had clearly crashed.  He had visited "nudeblackwomen.com".  See below under "Web Mules" where I discuss the search behavior of computer illiterates.

No nudity was on view, only a woman in a bustier. We use WebSense to block pornography, and it works very well.  "If you look for this kind of thing", I admonished, "you are going to get some garbage", meaning malware and viruses.


Waking up Windows, 1985-2009 | Technology | guardian.co.uk

 I love this sort of thing.  Like a lot of people, I didn't come to personal computing until the advent of the Web.  I had used dumb terminals at Bookstop in the '80's, and at the library later on.  But I have no fond, nerdy memories of DOS games and Commodore 64's.  In 1996, when I enrolled in FSU's MLS program, I was able to use a Windows 3.1 Intel 386 PC at the library to write my papers.  This was due entirely to the generosity of my supervisor, Sarah Johnson.  At the time, only department heads had PC's  It had an early version of the Netscape browser, (What's New, What's Cool!).

I do remember the Start Me Up Windows 95 launch commercial on television.  MS put a lot of rock star oomph into Win95.  The Rolling Stones did the commercial and Brian Eno composed the startup sound .

It wasn't until I played around with Linux in Library School that I discovered the roots of the Windows graphical interface.  Take a historical GUI tour at Nathan's Toasty Technology page.  The appeal of Linux for non-command-line types like me was that you could configure your own desktop, something that neither Windows nor Apple let you do.  But the end of my exploring was a grateful return to Windows 98, which was for me consistent in look and feel, and reliable.

I am not an early adopter.  I only gave up Win98 a couple of years ago, when browsers for it began to be badly dated.  I ordered a new PC with XP rather than Vista, XP being a well-tested and mature OS, with a still massive installed base.  There is no compelling reason for businesses and agencies to go for a new OS at this point, unlike the great Y2K scare.  I actually only got XP on my work PC this year.  I had Win2K before that.


Crumb's 'Genesis,' A Sexy Breasts-And-Knuckles Affair : NPR

This story is much better listened to than read.  Reserved my copy at the local Borders today.  Be sure to check out the excerpt.

Sketching His Way Through Genesis - NYTimes.com

Robert Crumb does  the Book of Genesis.  I don't generally follow the graphic novel scene, but this is huge.  It's something that I might have expected from Art Spiegelman.  Genesis needs a man of great suffering to illustrate it, ideally Jewish.  I think that Crumb can do it.


Blogging Reference

No FSU game today.  Library's annual Title Wave book sale has them lined up down at the garage.

After a week of grey skies and rain, autumn has put summer to flight, and it's glorious outside.

Retrieved from the trash bin in the basement, three by Merton. Disputed Questions, The Waters of Siloe and The Silent Life.  They didn't think these would sell?  Well, maybe not.  Disputed Questions has what looks like a good essay on Pasternak.  Where would Merton have ended up if he had not died when he did?  Has the world forgotten him?  Surely the noisiest monk who ever was.

10:00  Time to open the doors.

Howling child downstairs.

Phone:  Mr. L. wants number for National Builders in Wichita.

Do we have November ish of Gourmet?  Not yet.  She mourns passing of Gourmet.  Has collection dating back to '40's.  November will be last one.

Mom with daughters.  Hasn't been to the library "since sixth grade".  How to look up books w/o card catalog?  Show online catalog.  Daughter already knows what to do.

Help her print out e-mailed pic of great grandson.  Send it to our color printer in back.  She knitted his little wool cap and scarf.

M. is going to weed new fiction while it's quiet.

10:25  12 PC's in use.

Two girls:  How much are copies?

M. debates how many Scarpetta to keep.  All copies are rental.

Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything by Steven D. Levitt & Stephen J. Dubner, take to shelf.

PC for Tammy, w/ babe & hubby.  Didn't know her card from a branch was good here.

Material requests db appears to be down.  Send call to MIS.

Older white couple asks where book sale is.

Where is PC 63?

Two, heh, "coeds":  where is book sale?

The Lions' Pride: A Pictorial and Anecdotal History of Leon High School by Linda Teague, take to Florida coll.

Inventor's Digest, books on inventions.  How many items can she check out?

PC for Derrick, who is wearing a black hoodie with gold fleurs de lis.

Dad w/ kids:  where is book sale?

Mom w/ little girl:  where is book sale?

Print out USPTO info for "invention woman".

PC for Patrick.

PC for Trey.

A Colonial Dame XVII Century arrives to photograph me, and I her, with our Colonial Heritage display.  The Dames persuaded Mayor Marks to issue a handsome proclamation declaring October "Colonial Heritage Month".

Mom:  how to cite Gale doc?  Can use word processor?

11:31  The Saturday morning seniors have come and gone with their weekly stacks of fiction.

Phone:  The Pact: Three Young Men Make a Promise and Fulfill a Dream by Sampson Davis.  Hold for Jared.

Phone:  where can she send a fax?

Where is recycling bin?  Where to check out?

Woman unhappy with noise level in Internet area.  Amazed that library doesn't ban cell-phone use.  Urge her to fill out "concerns" form, which she does.

Man can't remember name of medical suspense author.  Check Genreflecting.  It's Michael Palmer.

Man listening to music video on PC w/ ear-buds sounds like he has bees in his head.

11:55  PC's are full.

12:00  Lunch.  Gyro sandwich and Gabriel Cohen's pretty good crime novel, The Graving Dock, on Park Ave. bench.  It's overcast again, but cold, at least.  Street lined with cars of book sale browsers.

12:35  Her reservation has expired.  PC for Cornisha.

Guitar music, take to shelf.

FSU student:  how to get card?  Give library brochure.

Make round.  Find sex book in 900's quiet area.  Reshelve at 306.7.  All's well.

Straighten new books.

Do we have any books about this library?  No, just the vertical file and the article on the web site.  He used to study at this library in the '50's, in the original building, The Columns, and has fond memories.

Where is book sale?

Today's paper & USA Today.

1:28  Quiet.

Belly Dancing Basics by Laura Cooper, take to shelf.

M. back from lunch.

Looking at album of black and white photographs of Governors Island in NYC taken in 1982.

Weeding new non-fiction.

Get more baskets from 1st floor for new book area.

Pulling red dots off "old" new books at ref kiosk.

People waiting at desk:  Today's paper?  It's in use.  Today's paper?  Sorry, it's out.

Volunteer L. wants help with corporate info.  Show Lexis-Nexis Corporate Affiliations, International Directory of Company Histories.

PC for Carol.

PC for Casey.

Her keyboard quit.  Restart PC.

PC for Roscoe.

Help man photocopy DL & SS card.

3:00  L. leaves.  What a lifesaver she is.

The Black Hole War : my battle with Stephen Hawking to make the world safe for quantum mechanics by Leonard Susskind, take to shelf.

The Case of the Missing Servant : from the files of Vish Puri, India's "most private investigator" by Tarquin Hall.  Our copy out.  Request one from branch?  She'll wait.

Queen of Dragons by Shana Abé, fetch from check-in room.

Suite 606 by J.D. Robb, Mary Blayney, Ruth Ryan Langan, Mary Kay McComas, in regular print?  Main copy out.  She'll take the large print, then.

Take "old" new non-fic down to check-in room sorting carts.  Staff elevator opens upon B. and two Friends of the Library women, laughing and tired from the book sale.  Have we been busy?  B. has a camera.  Sort books onto carts.  V. asks if we've been "swamped".

Phone:  Do we have "fat belly cookbooks"?  Does he mean "flat belly"?  No, fat belly cookbooks.  There are lots of them, says he.  Nothing in catalog.  Nothing obvious at Amazon.  Is all right, he says, he'll try the State Library.   Huh??? 


Can she get PC in Gates Lab?  Does she have card?  No.  Guest pass is for PC 60.  She declines.

PC for Philip.

Help woman print food stamp info.

Where is music up here?  Recorded music in Media on 1st floor.  Only music books up here.

Mom & sons need history of refrigerator.  Not much on shelf.  Find bibliography & print it out, explain how to request ILL materials.

PC for Lance.

PC for Daniel.


Help woman print e-mail.

Help man with drop-down list.

Man wonders why his session is short.  He accepted a short session.  Explain we are closing at 5:00.

Refill heavy duty stapler.


PC for Tammy.

Phone:  Is Joan.  What day of week was 11/17/84?  Wednesday.  Was day she returned to States from Canal Zone.

Install Office 2007 compatibility pack so woman can edit docx on her flash drive.

15 min. announcement.


Another Monday

(I dream that I am in a kind of ice cave, up to my chest in sea water.  I am on the coast of Tierra Del Fuego.  Behind me the cave opens onto darkness, and the thundering, freezing, southern ocean.  On a little shelf of ice I am counting change.  The coins keep getting mixed together.  I am afraid that I will be swept away into the deep before I can sort them out.)

I make myself wake up.  Coffee and a smoke, make my morning offering to the Most Holy Trinity.

The Vespa won't crank.  Battery's weak after days away in Tampa to see U2.  I manage to kick-start it, and shove off under a low, grey sky that augurs rain.

Feeling more than usually desolate, I say a Hail Holy Queen over the sound of the engine.  "To you do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale of tears."  It helps.

Why so down?  Must be The Whereabouts of Eneas McNulty, Sebastian Barry's spellbinding novel of a man who finds himself, "lacking all conviction", as Yeats would say, on the wrong side of the Irish troubles.  It comes to me that I've been in a dark, Irish space, with U2 and their Bloody Sundays as well.  Weird.

No matter, onward.  I must open up on my own.  D. is on leave.  Newspapers, change drawer, empty pencil sharpener, refill staplers, printers, open restrooms, start 50+ PC's.

T. is hunkered down at a virus-stricken PC at the reference desk, trying to root out the virus.  She finds a coupon executable, likely dating from the Oprah/KFC fiasco earlier this year, but it is not the virus, "Antivirus Pro", contracted when I  visited the Miss Black Florida USA site last Wednesday, trying to find the name of a Miss Black Florida back in the '90's for a caller.  She finally gives up.  She must rebuild the PC, and she takes the box with her, leaving the LCD and a tangle of cables.

The second floor landing presents a tableau of motionless unfortunates, waiting for the library to open.  They sit or stand suspended in the humid outdoors, as condensation rolls down the great glass windows.  Their relief is tangible when I open the doors and they press into the cool, dry library.

M. is here now, and I am glad for the company.  After the initial flurry of assigning PC's to non-cardholders, it is quiet for a Monday.  She was off last week, and she has a stack of paperwork to sort out.  It is my turn to fill the non-fiction send-item list, one of several lists that we print out daily of items that have been requested the day before.  Shelvers used to do these before the hiring freeze of '07', (goodness, has it been that long?), but I actually enjoy it.  I pull the easy ones, checking back often at the desk, and trundle them down to Circulation just before my lunch at noon.

We had expected 70 or so Leon High students to come in to work on their history fair projects between 11 and 12, but as I step out to the landing for a smoke, I see them finishing their lunches in the gazebo down in the park and trooping our way.  If I eat at my desk, I will surely be called out by the workroom bell and lose my lunch hour.  I make myself scarce, taking my sandwich up to the staff lounge instead.

Back at 1:00.  Lo and behold, I have an hour off the desk.  Check the Answer Squad mailbox for reference questions.  Can she check out books with a fine on her card?  Forward to Circulation.  She mistakenly included her own children's book with returns to our Northeast Branch.  Forward to NEB staff and tell her so.

I try to ferret out remaining send-item reserves.  The Dracula Scrapbook, Peter Haining, ed. hasn't moved in years, as well as From Julia Child's Kitchen.  They will be marked missing.  A couple of titles on anatomical drawing in the 643's are just plain not there.  Now I must try to imagine where some bleary-eyed shelver might have mis-shelved  the remaining titles.  The Post-traumatic Stress Disorder Sourcebook I find at 613.8521 rather than  its correct location of  616.8521.  Clear the Bridge! : the war patrols of the U.S.S. Tang I find at 940.5421 rather than 940.9451.  Architectural Presentation Techniques has 720.28 on its spine label, rather than 720, as the title record has it.

Back out to the desk at 2:00, and soon it's after-school time.  Gaggles of cheery black teens drift in, happy to be out of school for the day.  I see a couple leaning together at a table, and not long after, Anthony, our 2nd floor security guard, asks me to call DS, the supervisor of the day.  She tells me that they are lying on the carpet at the back of non-fiction, and asks me to keep an eye on them.

Mr. L., the church furnishings salesman calls, wanting the number of London Church Furniture in Kentucky.  Where are they in Kentucky?  They are in London, Kentucky, and he laughs.  Another man calls.  He used to look up business addresses with a database we had.  Sorry, I tell him, we can't afford ReferenceUSA anymore, but try Switchboard.com, a free site run by the same company.

I walk back to the end of non-fiction.  There is a hidden nook by the fire-escape door that invites indiscretion, and sure enough, they are kissing there, though they are standing up.  Tut-tut, they must cut it out, I tell them.  No Kissing Allowed.  She protests that she told him they must not behave so.  He is abashed, and says nothing.  They clear out.  Oh dear, puppy love.

Another hour off the desk.  I am fading, and I occupy myself with donations.

Back out to the desk at 4:00.  C. is here.  His favorite station is at the PC with the virus, so he manfully sits himself  down at the Internet guest reservation PC instead.  I decide to cull the new non-fiction  books, which are getting tight.  We keep new non-fiction on the new shelves for six months.  I find many titles needing their red dots removed, and to be shifted to the regular non-fiction shelves.

A cute young guy with a mane of braided locks wants whatever we have on medical marijuana and on Mendocino.  Wouldn't you know, all our books on medical marijuana are lost or missing.  Fortunately, I can show him our Opposing Viewpoints database, which has many articles on the subject.  I could tell him a lot about Mendocino, but I don't.  He and his girlfriend drill down into Opposing Viewpoints.

MD, our Youth Services coordinator, shows up at 5:00 to help out.  I continue culling and shelving the new non-fiction while keeping an eye on her.

And then it's 6:00 pm.  I made it.


A Good One

There is nothing more satisfying to me than a genuine reference question:  a question with an obscure, but findable, and even interesting, answer.

LM at our Northeast Branch, a veteran of many years in the Reference Department at the main library, called to ask if I knew whether there was a grammatical term for brand names that have "gone generic", like Xerox, Saran Wrap, Scotch Tape, and so on.

I thought, "L., you're asking me?  I'm not worthy!"  When I started in reference, she could find answers more quickly in our print reference collection than I could find them online.  But the branches don't have extensive reference collections.

I was dazed with my fall allergy attack when she called last week.  To my shame, I didn't get around to searching until today.

They are called genericized trademarks or proprietary eponyms.  According to Randall E. Krause, to whose Database of American Proprietary Eponyms I originally linked, which link is now dead, they are not nouns, but are in fact rare, proper adjectives.


Netbook grant, Shelter maxed out

A couple of stories from the Tallahassee Democrat that merit the attention of local readers.

Leon County libraries receive grant for laptops.

The Shelter houses record number.