Well, color ME gobsmacked

One of my long-time friends now living in Dallas IMd me this morning, saying “Hey!  Your mom’s famous!”  Naturally, I responded “Huh?” and she told me that I needed get today’s Dallas Morning News and look at the Texas Living section.  So I did that.

Holy . . . shit.  My mother.  My mother . . . is famous.

Page E1, above the fold, there’s a picture of her standing outside the library she runs, with an enormous stack of books pulled off the shelves of CPL and next to the Enormous Oak Tree on the north side of the building.  Four columns by six inches, above the fold.  My mother.

I knew that somebody (all right, Bryan Woolley, for any Texas Writer fans who may be floating around out there) was working on this story, because Mother had told me about it.  However, I wasn’t expecting a very long and very favorable history of Comanche Public, giving her a great deal of credit for making it what it is.  And she deserves a lot of credit, because she’s worked on that damn library for more than forty years, and done a lot of really good work for nothing more than her own satisfaction in doing the job right…and at last, some people are finally waking up and realizing what a wonderful thing she made, “out on the edge of the frontier,” as she puts it.  (Find out where Comanche is; zoom out two or three times to get a handle on exactly how much it’s “nowhere in particular.”)  Readers who can’t get the Morning News can read the article online.  The News requires registration for their Web site, but it’s free.  (And I was tickled by Bryan’s use of the phrase “the only full-time librarian that Comanche County Public Library has ever had,” because I’m old enough to remember when Tom Landry was “the only coach the Dallas Cowboys have ever had,” and so is Bryan, and so will be a lot of Cowboy fans who read the story.)

My mother.  Famous.  Well, Margaret, it’s about time somebody started recognizing what you’ve done.

Jane Fonda resurrects Isaac Asimov and his robots.  Fnord.