This is by far my favorite painting ever exhibited in the library. It reminds me of the Chick-fil-A cows.
Vuvuzelas are the most annyoning piece of plastic you’ll ever hear in your life, or your money back. Here I am doing my best soccer fan impersonation while watching USA in the World Cup.
Mrs. Louise and I set up this display celebrating the New Orleans Saints’ Super Bowl win.
Mrs. Louise and Mr. Kenny had all-you-can-eat steaks on the menu for the library Christmas party. That’s all that needs to be said here.
We have a large metal pole in the backyard of our library. It’s probably between 100-200 feet tall and is only about 30 feet away from the actual library building, if that.
It’s a giant lightning rod.
A storm passed through one morning before we were open, and Mr. Robb heard a lightning strike nearby, followed by some other noise. After smelling smoke, he looked around and found a big mess in our server room. The server room has our electrical switches, server, and similar stuff. It’s about as big as a small closet. When he walked in Mr. Robb found a shattered receptacle on the floor, melted wires, and charred circuits (not to mention black marks all over the wall where the receptacle exploded).
It turns out that the lightning stuck that big pole in our backyard, traveled through some wires into our building, and made its way to the server room, where it literally burned, melted, or blew up anything near the receptacle. It also left that pleasant electrical fire aroma lingering. I guess we should be glad the library didn’t catch fire and burn down.
Our library has a foyer with two sets of automatic doors. Even though the wind rarely blows from north to south at our location, it creates a problem when it does. Some gusts are stong enough to activate the first set of automatic doors. This would be fine if the wind would activate the second set of doors, but most gusts don’t. When this happens, the air blows straight up into the ceiling tiles, throwing them around like old scraps of paper. Most of the time, the tiles will fall 20 or so feet to the floor, but this time, the tile remained suspended in the air by a wire leading from a smoke detector.
You can’t really see the wire unless you’re sitting at the circulation desk, so I’d just as soon put up a sign to tell patrons we have an anti-gravity exhibit on display for the time being.