That would be the Madoc Public Library, where the kind Mrs. Duffin was the keeper of the books. It was heaven to a reader such as myself. A world of books, and the places they could take you. Early on (before Mrs. Duffin, who could be stern, allowed me into the grown-up section), I read all the Cherry Ames books that the library offered. It was like Nancy Drew, but minus the mysteries and plus the bandages. Cherry was a spunky nurse and an inspiration. In recent years I have had fun tracking down old editions of Cherry Ames, and Maine has been very helpful on that front. This year at the Cape Porpoise book fair, which is always the first thing we attend on our August vacation, I found five (5) – that’s a Richard Brautigan reference, for any of you who might remember him, and bless your heart if you do – early editions of the adventures of Cherry, for, shall we say, a nominal price. And I have quite a few other volumes from earlier book-buying excursions. So hey, people, if you ever want to read Cherry Ames, Dude Ranch Nurse (!), or Cherry Ames, Department Store Nurse (I am not making this up) – just stop on by!