One of the recent posts on the SDSHS Press blog was a statement on libraries across our nation closing. My own reflection of libraries might be a bit different than some. Then again, maybe my childhood library might be a start to rethinking libraries as we know them. I love to go to our local library and just hang out. Yes, I know all the employees on a first name basis. I have checked out books, computer games, movies . . . even pictures when we could not afford to buy our own. There was no library in the town I grew up in. As a kid, I guess I never thought about being deprived of it, because it just never was. What we did have, though, every Thursday night at precisely 6:00 p.m. rain, snow, or shine—and in Michigan there was plenty of the snowy and rainy nights—we had a bookmobile. It was this big old blue bus. It came and parked right by my dad’s grocery store and the kids would flock to it. I knew the bus driver’s name by heart, and he knew me. The bookmobile had one little jump-seat right behind the driver where you could sit and inspect your books a bit closer before checking them out. The “librarian/driver” would gently scoot you on out of the bus if you stayed in that seat too long. I loved to hang out in that library just as much as I like to hang out in our library today. While they did not carry pictures, and computer games and DVDs were not heard of yet—I don’t even think we had VHS then—I would hang out in the bus, collect my treasures, and head out to the public bench under an awning to soak it all in. The bookmobile was not a library in the sense we think of one now, but it was an awesome library to me. I will always love a library—but maybe what that library will look like will just change over time.