This borrowing library would be funnier if its books and magazines were filled with adult-level-reading material! Publications such as The Economist, New Yorker or tedious novels on par with James Joyce’s Ulysses or Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow. My stupid idea is derived from a story my grandmother told me when I was a kid. Its validity remains doubtful but it sounds like something she did. Allegedly, during one of her many Spring trips to Florida to escape the blahs of Winter in the Seventies, she entered an adult book store assuming my punchline. Grandma then asked the cashier if they had Ivanhoe. The cashier yelled, “Get out of here! You’re a cop!” How she was oblivious to the store’s wares which tend to be all over the place (yes, I’ve been in one during my youth) and that weird smell they all share; a mix of too much an alien fruit syrup attempting to cover up the underlying stench of shame, desperation and resignation.