Lost in the Library Stacks
A search for enlightenment

I made a trek to the Philadelphia library every morning during the summer of my youth. I hiked over choppy sidewalks in my leather sandals, hardcovers under my arms, and crossed the asphalt-lined streets with skid marks from cars. Noisy children played in the schoolyards, older men with gout sat on benches with bus passes around their necks. At the same time, a line of…