Mystery of Mysteries, My Public Library
The universe is full of mysteries; like when does the phone company collect the coins in pay telephones? (Have you ever seen a guy in a phone company uniform lugging a satchel full of quarters out of the airport phone booths?) Why is it that your driver’s-side windshield wiper is ALWAYS the faulty one? And why do we Southerners say “lyberry” instead of “library”?
This latter question leads me to one of the great political conundrums of our time. Why are municipalities in the book-lending business?