The Writer and the Frustrated Librarian

It's kind of funny the way things turn out. Billy is the writer. And I posted the first pictures here on the blog.
I'm not sure I wanted to be a writer all those years ago. I wanted to read books. Lots of books. I wanted to be a librarian so I could be in charge of all the books. Billy didn't cooperate, though. I carefully made little envelopes and glued them in all our books. The Nancy Drew books, the Little House on the Prairie books, the Dr. Seuss books--all of them. You were supposed to fill out the little card when you wanted to read a book and I would put it in my card file with a due date and everything.
But Billy always had to be the rebel. Maybe it had something to do with the fines for not returning a book on time. He tore out the little envelopes and didn't return the books on time. How can you have a proper library when the patrons don't cooperate?

It was Cathy's idea.

Several years ago, in the early 1960's my big sister Cathy had an idea. She was going to be an author. A writer of books. She was going to write books, and I would be the illustrator. This made perfect sense to me, since she was the one who knew how to write. And read. She got in trouble for sneaking Nancy Drew under her bedcovers with a flashlight. This was probably because I told on her, but I can't remember.
fast forward about 45 years, and there was my big sister Cathy again.
"You know what we should do? We should write a blog."
So here we go.
Say something Cathy.