Withering Glance hearts libraries of its youth

  • Updated: April 27, 2014 - 3:53 PM

Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, etiquette, culture, relationships, grooming and more.

 

CP: Long before I had a wallet to put it in, I had a library card. It was salmon-colored, with rounded corners and a small embossed metal tab for processing my voluminous checkouts.

 

RN: I don’t remember the physical details of my first library card, but I do recall that getting it made my elementary-school-aged self feel very grown up indeed. Such was the nerdaciousness of my childhood.

 

CP: You and me both, Poindexter.

 

RN: Let all the other neighborhood boys waste their summer playing kickball in the field near our house. I was parked on the screen porch, roaring through every title in Carolyn Hayward’s “Eddie” series.

 

CP: Henry Reed, Encyclopedia Brown, Harriet the Spy — I loved them all. No wonder I required eyeglasses with a strong prescription as a fifth-grader.

 

RN: You, too? I don’t have a clue regarding the whereabouts of a single diploma, but I know exactly where to find the certificate I received at age 8 from the Hennepin County Library, awarding me membership in its all-star summer reading program.

 

CP: I don’t like to brag, but your certificate of merit for “having read six books for pleasure during the summer” seems awfully generous. At that age, I was heading home with six books per week.

 

RN: Thanks for reminding me of yet another awkward late-bloomer moment.

 

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