Bookworms and Brain Surgeons

Cynthia Herron Writing 11 Comments

As a teen-ager, the town I lived in was very small. There were a handful of gas stations and convenience stores, two or three smallish supermarkets, a consolidated school, one caution light midway through town, and an old white house that had been converted into the town library. Our home was about four or five blocks from the library, and …