You walk into the Musser Public Library in the middle of the day, the stark sun of noon cutting shadows through the brisk winds of new spring, and immediately in this typical bastion of quiet reading and contemplation, you hear a giggle. Then you hear it again. You follow it to a desk near the back of the library where a man and a woman are scrunched together sharing a small blue swivel chair. Both are laughing. Both are wearing red construction paper hearts taped to their foreheads. Both are joking and smiling for pictures being taken by a woman in a loud, jovial sweater vest and glasses and a... Read More