| May 7, 2007 |
By Kendal A. Rautzhan Times Argus
hen I was a little girl, I used to ride my bicycle to the library. I loved walking down the long, narrow stacks of books, knowing that something special could be found in so many of the titles. I used to marvel at the library card in the back of each book, chronicling how many people had read that same book. Did they like it? Did it give them something of value?