News from Banksville Heights
I'm going home now, I've been up all night.
I've been up all night, it's still Friday to me.
Come on now, hey dog.
Now really.  I'm going home.
April 15, 2005
is it tax day... or is it T- 5 days to go?

     You're probably wondering what I'm about to say that's so interesting it was worth putting on the Internet.  The reason I ask is, that's what I was wondering just now, when I started typing.  I guess I don't have any humorous stories or entertaining monologues for you today.  Would you settle for some random segments about the job and my regulars?
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     Let me introduce you to Don Knotts Lady.  She calls on the internal office phone number before opening (which people find by starting with the public number - 3114 -, getting the voicemail, and ingeniously dialing upwards from there until someone answers -- usually us, 3119).  She sounds elderly.
     The first day, she called and I answered.  "Library staff office, can I help you?  
     "Hello?" said this grandmotherly voice.  "I have a question, and I thought maybe you could look it up on the internet and find out for me."
     "I can try, ma'am, what are you looking for?"
     "Do you know Don Knotts?"  My immediate reaction was,
"personally?" It was just such a strange question at 9:30 in the morning that I was stunned for a second.  She got impatient.  "You are familiar with Don Knotts, aren't you?  From the Andy Griffith show?"  It sounded like she was disgusted with my ignorance.
     "Yes, I'm aware of Don Knotts.  What about him?"  At this point I was already firing up the internet, in pursuit of my favorite
reference website ever.  I figured, if this cracked catlady was aware of some facet of Don Knotts's life, they'd probably have a mention of it.
     "Is he married," she said, "and does he have any kids?"  Damn, an easy one.
     "I can find out for you, ma'am, just a second."
typetypetype "Yes, ma'am, this is his second wife, and he had two kids with her.  Those are his only kids."
     "Hmm.  Well, thank you, young lady," she said.  "You've been very helpful."

     As if this weren't strange enough, she called back the very next morning at the same time.  A co-worker of mine answered, and I heard her say, "Don Knotts?"  I flapped at her and got her attention, then I fed her the answers.  She did make sure the woman knew not to call before opening anymore, and to call a librarian, not a staff office.  When she got off the phone, I said, "She called yesterday.  Was she so senile she forgot, or was she hoping the answer changed overnight?  Like she was hoping you'd say,
Yes ma'am, his second wife died this morning.  He's available."
    
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