Libraries have been an integral part of my life for over seven decades. As a child, I was entranced by the smells, the whispers, and the treasures in the stacks of our local Carnegie branch in Pittsburgh.
Library books preoccupied me as a nine-year-old bedridden for months with rheumatic fever. The frontis pages and the tales of Grimm, Anderson, and le morte d'Arthur lifted me to other places and times. I have since resided in New York, Boston, Chicago, Montreal, and now Cleveland, in all locations a regular patron of the libraries.