Nothing much to talk about today. No visitors because I went out. I know. Amazing that the sun did not incinerate me where I stood, the amount of Grand Theft Auto I’ve been playing.
Ocean has her own hobby, a family friendly version of the “Stitch and Bitch” fad that went around about six or seven years ago. Ocean’s “An Itch to Stitch” booth displayed hers and the other women’s (and one man’s) textile efforts. There was a Cthulhu toaster cozy, a half a quilt depicting the Pablo Picasso painting Guernica in 80s rock band t-shirts, a crochet of the notation of Chopin’s Nocturne in C Minor No. 21, and several other impressive efforts.
I helped a few teenagers, seniors from Bannville High running the fair, raise the banner for the fair. It read, “Energy Now and Forever.”
“What’s that mean?”
One of them shrugged, the other looked at his feet, “It’s National Chemistry Week. Their slogan. We kinda stole it.”
“I don’t think they’ll arrest you,” I said, but told them a bit about citations as we worked.
For a moment, we stopped when Brother Pete came with a car full of followers. We thought they were going to say something about us working on Sunday, but they simply stared at the library building.
Other booths were raised and the small fair company arrived with the smaller rides, including a ferris wheel. Ken and I poured a few whiskey sours he brought in a thermos and watched the rides lift into the sky and come to life as they were tested. I looked around at the people, the community working together. The kicker was when I saw the Friends of the Library booth.
“Ken?” I asked him.
“The Friends are still meeting?”
“Oh, yeah. Been trying a lot to see if they can get you guys back together.”
“Why didn’t they say anything?”
“Probably asking for you to come to them. You know Harker, stubborn as hell.”
The banner on the Friends booth read “National Friends of the Libraries Week.”
“Ask you one more thing?”
“Can I have those keys you got from the city?”
“The library keys?” he said. I nodded and he handed them to me, “Going back in for one last look?”
I told him no, “I think I’m going to talk to the city about setting something up in the library.”
He did not question me anymore. Just smiled.