Am writing today at the Mahopac Public Library, where as a kid I roamed the shelves looking for the latest sports biographies.
Although the building is different and the technology 100 times more advanced and the librarians of my youth long gone, I still remain very nostalgic for this joint. I used to come here and dig through stacks upon stacks of old Sports Illustrateds, reading through articles on the likes of John Jefferson and George Foster and Terry Bradshaw. I’m not sure if the whole experience led me to becoming a writer. But, at the least, it nudged me in that direction.
Anyhow, I love being here. Even if the seats are killing my back.
