Letters to Myself

Wearing my black "Treasure Island" t-shirt to commemorate the day. Altho' I did greet a few folks at the reference desk with "Ahoy" (no reaction, darn it). Shirt's from the Vegas casino. Got a skull & crossbones, with the skull having a single rhinestone for a tooth. Gloriously obnoxious.

I was in the grocery store with it on a while back, and passed by a mom shopping with her son, who looked about six or so. Mom was comparing prices on breakfast cereal and didn't see me, but the boy did. He stared at my shirt, slight frown on his face. Right after I passed them in the aisle I heard this:

"Mom, what's Treasure Island?"

"It's a book, honey."

That warmed my librarian heart, let me tell you.

Reading: The Tower of Fear, by Glen Cook.