It is a beautiful spring day, the kind of day where you can feel summer trying to take over, but so far spring is still winning the battle. I lived in a house on Fontaine Street, about a mile and a half from Alderman, and considering the weather, we decide to walk there.
Alderman library is the weirdest place.
It was once three floors, but at some point they ran out of room for books and someone had the bright idea that the floors were so tall you could split them and put a new floor between each of the old ones. My head nearly hits the ceiling, and because the stacks are so close to the ceiling the lighting is really bad, and in general it seems like the sort of place where a slasher movie might be filmed. You can easily imagine a guy in a hockey mask stalking some pretty young girl through those tight little corridors of books. Anyway, we walk and talk and enjoy that sort of nothing-time that is so wonderful when you're with someone you love. The weather, we've decided, is pretty much perfect, or perhaps a degree or two warmer than perfect.