I had a great trip but I’m glad to be home and back in the Woodson. There’s a weird yet comforting time-travel aspect to walking back into Fondren, where it’s the 2005 in the archives but always 1960 in the stacks:
That blue tile may actually be immortal:
I’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do so things may be spotty here for a little while. If I owe you something don’t hesitate to remind me. Squeaky wheel and so forth.
Bonus: I was startled by this thing. There’s a bunch of them too. Anyone?