The boxes tell the story

For the past two days I've worked in a library getting books ready for the book sale that the library plans to hold in the coming days.  The water damage in the library was extensive; about 3 feet of water covered the entire library.  Fortunately a large number of books were saved. 

The library itself is this amazing building across the street from city hall in downtown Biloxi.  It was designed by some famous architect whose name escapes me right now and was featured in some blah blah magazine winning the blah blah award.  Unfortunately, as far a libraries go the design was completely wrong.  Most libraries are modeled after a shoe box.  This one wasn't and consequently had too many angles and cubby holes for people to hide in and get into trouble.  The librarians had a hard time monitoring the place.  As a result the city of Biloxi has decided to build another more fitting library.  They haven't decided what they will do with this one yet, but chances are they will demolish it.  Too bad for award winning what's his name and his feature in blah blah magazine.  

After Katrina (that beotch) when folks across the country heard that all of Biloxi's libraries had been hit hard people from across American started sending books from their own personal libraries.  Bookstores sent books.  Publishers sent books.  Everyone sent books and the labels on the boxes tell the story of where they came from.  Apparently there are a hell of a lot of Danielle Steel, Steve King, Johnathan Kellerman, David Baldacci, Mary Higgins Clark, Dan Brown, Nora Roberts, Patricia Cornwell, Tom Clancy and many many more lovers out there.  

If you are thinking about sending your books DON'T.  Trust me.  They have enough.  

Oh, I can't begin to tell you how incredibly dusty it is in the library.  I probably have an inch of dust in my lungs.  If I die, sue this frakking city because of all the dust I inhaled.  

Hope you enjoy the pictures.  

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