You know that little stamp, the one that says "New York Public Library?" That may not mean anything to you but it means a lot to me. One whole hell of a lot. Why would I make such a big stink over old library books? Here's a hint, junior. Maybe we can live without libraries, people like you and me. Sure, we're too old to change the world. But what about that kid, sitting down, opening a book, right now, in a branch at the local library and finding drawings of pee pees and wee wees on The Cat In The Hat and The Five Chinese Brothers? Doesn't he deserve better?
