Kittery Library

    Today I sit and type at the Kittery Library in Maine...
  It's amazing how noisy it is here. The librarians like to chat.
  "I was telling my son about a mom, who committed suicide." one hen clucked.
  "How did he take it?" another hen clucked.
  I'm trying to find peace and these soccer mom civil servants can't shut up!

  "I took a photo of Jack.. He looks totally different today." the blond with the voice
  that makes my teeth itch screeched. Who cares? Why are they messing with
  the code of silence? Oh, there just air head librarians....

  Oh, my God their chatting about diarrhea.
  This is the library from HE-HAW.


  Just venting...