Literally Little Ones
Mike Essig

When I was a coed, I inherited a toaster from my great grandmother and it meant I had two toasters in my dorm room. A fellow student with an extraordinary sense of humor challenged me to “do something” with the extra toaster. So, I put it in my backpack with a few slices of bread and went to the library with him where we made toast and then got kicked out by a Very Mean Librarian with absolutely no sense of humor. I began my “real life” the moment toast aroma mingled with the smell of many, many well-behaved books.