When I was a girl living on a long city block in Northwestern Indiana, the bookmobile visited every two weeks during the summer months. It would park down at the end of the block that usually flooded after a storm. I would run to be first in line to climb the three metal steps and into the cool interior that smelled like books and ink and kids that ha…
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