Downtown Disappointment

A trip to the downtown library was at the top of the agenda today.

Local history writer Joy Wallace Dickinson was supposed to be there to sign copies of her new book, but we never did find her. Someone told us she didn't show up. But, I can hardly blame her.

The atmosphere in the library was just awful. For some reason, they weren't running the air conditioning. Or, at least it felt that way. The air was simply oppressive, and it brought out the myriad of wonderful aromas one tends to find downtown since the illustrious Mayor Buddy drove all the homeless out of Eola Park and into the public buildings.

I thought the trip might be redeemable by a visit to the Friends of the Library shop on the 3rd floor. But, it was just as muggy up there as it was everywhere else. And, the very limited quantity of genealogy-related books STARTED at $40. The periodicals were a bargain at 25-cents, but they only had two copies of the same issue of Orlando Magazine.

So, I left pretty much disgusted with the whole trip.

If not for the digipics captured in the parking garage as we left, the whole morning would have been a waste of time.

Hey, maybe Mayor Buddy could use some of the billions he wants for the vaunted cultural corridor to clean-up the library and adjust the thermostat . . .