Today is my late father’s birthday. With a pang in my throat, I want to say here that I miss him even though it’s been five years since his departure. He was the one who brought me along to the Seattle Public Library way back in the late sixties and early seventies. He talked to me about stories and definitely influenced my taste for science fiction and fantasy.
He will live on in me and through me to my children, in some manner. I see his expression illuminate my son’s face from time to time. I hear him call my name if I concentrate very hard.
Those who have been lucky enough to have a mentor who eased them into the library and literacy world will understand the tribute I am trying to express here. Thank you, Dad. Thank you, for always.
Added later:
The Seattle Public Library is a bit different (!) than it was when Dad and I frequented it. He’d take me up to the third floor to scan and choose Science Fiction, and he’d pick up his weekly stack.
I’d like to offer here two viewable versions of the SPL. Version A is about a minute in length, and the teen inside me would prefer this one:
Or, if you have ten minutes and really want the full tour, here is the extended version (with no music):
Ahh, brings back good memories! I wish I could work there! Maybe someday.
