Luck be a librarian

I’ve always had luck at libraries. I think it might be they can smell the future librarian on me, or maybe they can tell it runs in my blood.

Twice during my nomadic AmeriCorps year, I managed to wheedle library cards out of libraries near which I lived for no more than six weeks, and with no permanent address in the county.

Today, I managed to let my local library lend me a roll of microfilm, to scan (for archive purposes). Microfilm! You’re not supposed to lend that shit out! I’m a little scared by my power.