We do have wireless in the library. But no where else, not even close to the whole building.

There's no question that we're on the eve of an explosion in consumers' move to wireless and how they use interactive devices.

Plenty of patrons had asked me strange things, but this was the first who asked me where my car was parked. It was almost comical to look at the man, because he actually thought I was going to tell him. I struggled to come up with a reply, but the best I could muster was, "That's personal." What I meant to say was, "Sir, the fact that I work in a public library doesn't make me stupid, it just makes me poor. There's no way I'm going to tell you—a psychotic person who could very well have a knife in his pocket—where I have parked my car.

If it truly is arson, as it appears to be at the old WAIK building, let's find out who it is in a hurry.

But there's no point in saving something that we're not going to have a part of.

It took a bit of popcorn and a library snack bar to make me realize that being a librarian was about more than just giving people information. It was about serving a community. And if the community is hungry for more than just knowledge, then maybe it’s about time to open a snack bar.