I'm looking for a copy of 'The Invisible Kama Sutra'. I don't see it.

Ah f#ck the invisible man of course.

I once had a patron ask, "Where are all the GOOD books?" My reply: "We don't have any, sir. They keep getting stolen."

I was given access to the adult books about 4 years earlier than normal. The kids section was useless for my needs. Try classifying your butterflies using a kids guide to butterflies and moths book. Bonus I was able to check out Poe, Lovecraft, Asimov too. My parents just had to sign a permission slip. Bonus the library was a converted author's mansion, and had little nooks to curl up and read in on cushioned bay window seats. Now the library is a soulless metal building, you want to get out of.

Mine was about a 5 mile ride, all downhill going, but the return trip really sucked, LOL. We had one of those converted type libraries as well, but ours wasn't huge, and it was a small town so it was pretty underfunded. I got my first real tech support experience there. It was almost, but not quite, an actual job, and I got paid in books

I had wire baskets on both side that could fit a paper grocery bag in each, so no duffel bags hanging on the handle bars. Though they did go in bags in the baskets to keep them clean, dry, and in the condition borrowed at.

I didn't hang the bags from the handle bars, that much weight there would have been dangerous. I had a luggage rack on the back, one bag got bunji'd to that, the other bag I used a couple of the shoulder straps crossed around my shoulders to wear it horizontally like a giant fanny pack.

Kai: Heh. I used to get bored in school, and always sat in the back so I could read while they repetitively repeated repetitions of things I'd gotten days ago. One two separate occasions I got dragged to the front so they could keep an eye on me. In the first one, I was in like fifth grade and the teacher had a stash of college level books in the shelf in front of me, so it was cool.

The second time, I'd been reading as the teacher droned on, and came to my desk 'sneaking' up on me, then shouted a question about what she'd been gibbering about. I put a finger at my spot in the book, looked up and gave an answer in more detail than the textbook had given, then went back to reading. After a cartoonish deflating noise she dragged me out of my seat and put me in the front row on the front right side (this is important). About five minutes later, while I was sitting there pretending to pay attention until I could go back to reading, a glass cylinder of formaldehyde with the various stages of a frog's life had the foot crack off and it fell off the window ledge, on the LEFT front side of the room and smashed on the floor.

Before the stench of decades old frog and formaldehyde hit, everyone looked at me like I did it, but I was 50 feet away... I just held my hands up, 'wasn't me'...