Erev Emerson Library Tour

Tomorrow morning I'm going to my first library, or at least the first library that I can remember. The Emerson Public Library. Since I'm typing this, while sitting next to my father, I have to ask him if Emerson Library was indeed my first library. Well, Dad???

I may be wrong, but my guess is that when Mom walked your sister Danielle to the library on Bainbridge Avenue in the Bronx, you tagged along in your stroller. Let's ask Mom.

As a newborn you were taken to the library in a big carriage with your sister riding along on a seat on top of you. Of course, you don't remember that library in the Bronx since you were 18 months when we moved to New Jersey.