Hours

The Ledding library has always been such a big part of my life. I remember being a kid there, curled up in a corner of the basement kids section reading Garfield comics and boxcar children, loving that cranky old blue elevator. I remember seeing a concert outside in the 1990s where the whole family played the violin, like all 7 of them. I kept going all through my 20s, albeit sporadically and more riddled with late fees. I loved finding new albums to listen to by artists I’d never heard of. Now that I have kids, the library is a…