Like many people, I have a favorite mug. Perhaps predictably, mine is library-related. I can't remember if I bought when I visited the Library of Congress a bunch of years ago or if it was a gift, but it has journeyed with me from branch to branch, sitting atop my desk like ceramic monument to books and libraries and the promotion of education and literacy and the pursuit of information. (Also, I drink tea from it.)
The other day I was drinking tea on one of my reference desk shifts (which I know is frowned upon, but I was trying desperately to avoid the mid-afternoon crash). A couple of kids were hanging out at the desk, as they do, and one of the girls apparently noticed this statement on the other side of my mug:
"YES!" She exclaimed, slamming her hand down on the reference desk. "That's so true!"
"What your mug says about books. That's how I feel too."
And then the kids started talking about books. And how much they love books. And how they are going to check out more books from the library. Basically, a children's librarian's dream.
There is hope, people. There is hope.
(And if it starts conversations such as these, maybe I will continue to drink tea at the reference desk. DAMN THE MAN.)