Library Junkies

Ooups, I did it again. It's unbelievable. You can parachute-drop me into the most ghetto-ish and under founded library in the country and I'll still find something fascinating to read, even on a third visit. Call me Curious George if you like. It seems there is always something I want to find out about, biography I want to read, few curiosities to pursue. It's sad, when you think about it, really. I am just a short walk away from the fine beach and warm waters in Southern Florida, yet everyday I manage to be drawn back here, to the library building. I am very glad I have with me my rollerblades, though. I have to admit it felt weird to pack them on the boat before we were taking off. Nice, shiny, off-ice rollerblades were stashed in the bows until now. But now I can rollerblade my heart out in the streets of Miami Beach, enjoying the change of the scenery. We see people, lots of people. We swim pass electronic boutiques, art galleries, cute cafes and designer clothing stores. The town is alive at night, but the day belongs to the Miami Dade Public Library. If any one out there has couple of mil to donate, please do call them first. These guys missed out somehow on government founding or so it seems.

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