Hart's Blog #2

The 16 Blocks office moves with me sometimes. Today, I'm working on the third floor of Newman Library because I like it here. It's quiet and cool and you can't smoke (good for me who is an old-school chain-smoking writer/editor) and I get to take coffee breaks with the American Literature CANON! on the comfortable couches.

But at this moment a class of students which must be fourth and fifth graders fell into the seat beside me, two girls seated on the chair, another hopped on one's lap. The teacher, an attractive hippy-ish mother style of woman leaned over and told them to type in "interracial marriage" to the Addison search engine and I turned and smiled broad, ear-to-ear underneath my sunglasses which I wear because my eyes have become very sensitive to light with a new contact prescription, not because I’m trying to play the part of Marcello in La Dolce Vita or Nicholson at the Lakers.

Man, how far we have come.

They jotted down the call number and went skipping, really, two hand in hand around the corner, like they were on the coolest scavenger hunt in the world.