Showing posts with label Mike Baker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mike Baker. Show all posts

25 June 2012

Not So Bored Meeting


“I nominate Natalie Ford to be our new children’s librarian,” I said to the board of directors, “She has the requisite Master’s of Library and Information Science, experience in both management and library work, and both myself and Betty Lou observed her perform an excellent, well-prepared story time.”

Mrs. Carol Anne Kinney cleared her throat, “We would like to take the time to appreciate how hard your staff and and yourself have worked to fill this position before the month is over, even over more important matters.”

Mrs. Kinney was of course referring to the theft of her pet project, the Little Banned Library, which had been stolen earlier in the month.

She continued, “But before we vote on accepting your nomination to this very important position, could you please tell us about the other candidates you interviewed.”

12 June 2012

Skinner Punk Brings Cake


For storytime today, the children were treated to a cake from a homeless man. No, not Can Opener Man from yesterday, but an old friend of the library, Skinner Punk.

Skinner Punk is your average transient that sits around the library all day. From what I can piece together, he left home at the age of 16 and roamed around the country for a while. Eventually, he found himself in New Orleans in the mid-90s, just in time for the post-punk movement to hit. He hooked up with one of the bands, either Rancid or NOFX he can’t remember, that came through and toured with them for several months. When he got tired of being stable, he attempted to make it back to New Orleans but only got as far as Bannville.

Skinner Punk came walking in the library around 10 this morning just in time for storytime. In his arms was just about the largest single layer cake I had ever seen. Along the expanse of white and red icing, strawberries dotted the landscape like giant red bolders in the snow.

And Skinner just walked right in the library and up the stairs to the stacks with the cake like it was the most normal thing in the world. I told the kids to hold on, gave the book I was reading (In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendac) to one of the parents and followed Skinner.