I’m sitting in the public library down by Brian’s house, what was once a haven is now the summer home of smallish children who behave like squirrels on crack. Not that I have anything against smallish children, I’m related to several, and was even one myself at one time, but I noticed that in Fort Wayne, they don’t have the regular kind of librarians. You know, the tight bunned ladies, with pointy noses, that always shush people who are talking any louder than a whispering wind. Nope, these people do not exist in the Fort Wayne public library system. In fact, I don’t know if any of these librarians have even met someone who might be considered a traditional librarian. These librarians are jovial people who smile kindly at smallish children as the literally sprint around racks of books, and skip through the computer lab. They pat the heads of the smallish children who drop books in the high-ceiling, linoleum part of the building. They encourage lots of loud laughing, even louder talking, and on occasion even a little squealing. What is this world coming to? Where have the good librarians gone? Where is Miss Marion Madam Librarian when you need to strike terror in the heart of a smallish child?