It Smelled Like Teen Spirit

Last Friday, I took a trip down memory lane with a post called “The Beautiful Unfinished Bridge.”  I know I said I would tell you about the psychic session I had in 1999, but I’ve changed my mind.  I’m going to postpone it until next week and instead steer blog readers to my recent Carnegie Library blog at the Sun Journal.  If you click on the picture, it will take you to “The B.H. Bartol Skinny.”

AndyThe post didn’t turn out exactly as I’d hoped.  Handy and I were racing against daylight to get to Freeport and take a few pictures of the Carnegie’s exterior.  Once inside, we found no interior evidence the building had once been a library.  The building reeked of teen fragrances and hypnotic music pulsed through what had once been Freeport’s intellectual hub.


Handy gave me the “let’s be quick” look and so we were.

The information provided to me by the current library’s director and assistant director was very helpful and I felt like I had just scratched the surface of the story.  The Freeport Historical Society was close by although it was closed by the time we finished taking pictures; on future trips, we’re going to schedule time to visit the local historical society in conjunction with the library.

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