“SO endeth this chronicle. It being strictly a history of a boy, it must stop here; the story could not go much further without becoming the history of a man. When one writes a novel about grown people, he knows exactly where to stop -- that is, with a marriage; but when he writes of juveniles, he must stop where he best can.”
And so with this blog. I wrote much of a few years ago when I was in the trenches of a public library and now that seems a different world, a world to which I will never return, unless as a retired part-timer in my dotage.
So fair reader, you now know all there is to know about library work. You know about patrons, volunteers, library directors, cataloguing, documents and most importantly, the politics of the break room. You can move into your own professions and careers now with the assurance that comes with having a virtual second masters degree, one gained by blogging. If you browse this blog, I recommend starting at the earliest postings. Men in libraries is a personal favourite of mine.
I will write another blog, or perhaps do a podcast someday. I think I shall call it Mustache Wax. The subject to be determined when the frost is on the pumpkins. In the meantime, you might enjoy the Yahoo group, Freddie and the Fellas. Til that time.