Another assault on education

My wife just told me today that our local library branch would no longer be open on Saturdays. I almost shed a tear.

Not only does my daughter love going their for Story Hour after her class at Little Gym, but because I remember the great many hours I spent at the library on Saturdays when I was a kid.

Back in NYC, my family didn't have a lot of money, so I found the library an excellent source of entertainment. Heck, you couldn't beat the price! I feel a little sad for today's kids that are like I was: low on cash, but high on desire to learn more about the world.

Someday -- soon I hope -- we will learn to make education a priority. Hopefully before we really get our clocks cleaned...

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