Small Town Stories

I have just decided that there are some great bonuses to working in a small town. One of the older residents of Gurley just told me a story about why Gurley has no jail.

So, this young man got tired of being locked up every weekend for being drunk, so he took a big chain from the lumbermill, attached it to a freight train and to the little jail building. The jail, of course, went flying down the tracks. A local farmer built a barn out of the remains. And the young man who did the deed was none other than the mayor's son!

Aren't small towns great?

Things That Make Me Smile About My Job

Gurley, the town where I work, has a street called Elvis Presley Blvd.
Half of the people that come into the library ask if we have the Twilight books.
The scenic drive to work, though a half hour long, is absolutely gorgeous in the spring.
I filled in at another branch this morning and got to work with one of my favorite people!
When I work at other branches, I get to ransack their DVD collections.
Old people tell great stories and gossip like fiends.
Apparently, I'm grown-up enough to run a branch all on my own. Scary. But a good scary.
Small children bring me handmade crafts made of sequins and popsicle sticks.
Small children ask me to read them stories.
Small children gaze in wonder at our awesome Brio train table.
I found a copy of James E. Talmage's Jesus the Christ in our small collection.
I think we have the entire series of The Waltons on DVD. At our one tiny branch.
I can change the background color on Workflows, and no one ever changes it back to blue!
When the computers were busted the other day, the IT people were so grateful that I was a young, technologically-inclined person.