Bookmobiles were big in the 1970's. I didn't really get it then, and I don't get it now. This bus would roll up to the neighborhood being driven by some dude that looked like Gallagher, and we'd cram in and scavenge for books that we could've found at the library. Huh?
Okay. If you don't have access to a library, I can see the point. But a bunch of elementary school idiots squashed together in a dark, smelly, claustrophobic bus to check out Judy Blume or Beverly Cleary books was the pits.
In the Summer, my parents dropped me off at the library (the kind not on wheels) for some dreadful "library school", I don't remember exactly what it was called. A defining memory from this period is when they had us in the basement to watch Benji (or some movie about an abused dog) on the film projector. My friend and I had been members of the KISS Army and gotten the Gene Simmons blood capsules. We simultaneously chomped on them and the blood dripped down from our lips in spectacular rivers of gore, impressing everyone but the poor librarian.
