No, wait! Don't go!! I'll make it up to you, promise...
For starters, here's a picture of the most important place to me in my formative years: the public library in my small town.
It's still standing and still looks exactly the same, except that the trees in front are gigantic now. Or maybe they're not even the same trees; who the hell knows?
It almost seems like an anachronism that there are still little hometown libraries around, in this age of tax-cutting and privitization. My grandmother was a librarian. Wasn't it beautiful when the librarians of America fought back against the Patriot Act?