My library has a sunken pirate ship in the children’s room, a fireplace on the second floor, beautiful views of strawberry fields out the back windows, and Gaudi inspired mosaics. It is a beautiful place to work but what I think about most often are the people who come to the library. At least 2 days a week, several residents of a group home come to spend some time with us. Some of them use the computers, one plays checkers but my favorite is a tall, slender young man who comes to stand by the reference desk, not able to look us in the eye. The first time this happened, I waited expectantly and (I hope) patiently for him to let me know what he wanted. His caregiver came over and slipped me a rubber band to give him. Just a plain, ordinary rubber band, nothing special to me but to him, a source of delight. I’ve never seen anyone have so much fun with such a little thing.