Day 510 of 1000
This is a post inspired by comments made by Jon from Chile about a post I made yesterday. You can read the post here and the comments here. First things first. After Sunday morning meeting and a quick trip to Del Taco, I went to the Prescott Valley Public Library because I enjoyed it so much yesterday. It was closed. I was thinking of running to the Barnes and Noble because I need broadband wireless, but that is usually pretty crowded with limited seating, so I Googled the Prescott Public Library, found out it is open on Sundays from 1-5 and decided to give it a try. The library is in a more traditional looking building not to far from the center of Prescott with a lot of the buildings that formed the first Capitol of Arizona.
It seemed very nice, but nothing overly special until I went to the little coffee stand on the main floor. I was a little disappointed because it is a cash only coffee shop, so I told the lady behind the counter, “I only have plastic.”
She said, “That’s OK, what do you want?”
I said, “I can’t pay.”
She said, “That’s OK, you can pay me for two next time.”
I said, “Well, I am not from here.”
She said, “That’s OK, what do you want.”
I said, “A small black cup of coffee”
There it is on the picture above and it is a great cup of coffee. I am not sure it tastes so good because it really is good or because it was such a gracious thing to do.
Now on to the second item. I read the History section of the Wikipedia page on Prescott College. The hard left-wing Ford Foundation provided the funding for the college in 1966. It took them only eight years to go bankrupt in 1974. That cannot be much more than a few years before Jon studied Spanish there. I looked around a little, but could not find much about his teacher. Could this be her? Probably not–I could find nothing about Spanish associated with that person.
There is nothing about the Prescott Valley Public Library that is anything short of stunning. The picture above is the one I took as I walked in from the parking lot and does not do the rusted metal exterior and glass motif of the building justice. Many of you know that our family spends a lot of time in libraries. We generally like to spend time at college libraries because Lorena and the kids can study there while I work. College libraries tend to have pretty good wireless internet, so I was thinking of heading over to the Prescott College Library a small liberal arts college here in town. I went to their web site and talked to a few people all of which led me to the understanding that this particular college took the liberal (in the modern sense pop culture sense, not the classical sense) part of the liberal arts program to extremes that might make me persona non-grata. So I opted to huddle with the proletariat at the public library and boy am I glad I made that choice.
Having grown up in the west, I had no true concept about the relative qualities of biscuits. I grew up thinking that a biscuit was a biscuit; what’s the fuss. I did not know how wrong I was until we moved to Raleigh. I was reminded of this at breakfast this morning when I ordered a sausage biscuit at McDonalds in Prescott Valley. I was greatly saddened when I realized that the biscuits at McDonald’s in Prescott Valley are very similar to those we bought (sparingly) when we lived in Oregon. I guess they just do not know how to do it right here.
Kelly is working on a fabulous new painting that she want so try to do in the style of Norman Rockwell as much as possible. It is looking really good so far. It is amazing how much the original scene looks like a Rockwell illustration. Kelly is going to start posting her stuff on her website, 
