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Rudy’s Library in Monowi, Nebraska – one of the many soul-warming photographs in Robert Dawson’s visual love letter to public libraries:

The entire population of this town consists of one woman, Elsie Eller. It is the only incorporated municipality in the United States with such a demographic. She acts as mayor and runs the only business in town, a local roadhouse. Over the years she watched all the other town residents move or pass away. When her husband, Rudy Eller, died in 2004, she became the town’s last resident. Because Rudy had collected so many books, she decided to open Rudy’s lLIbrary in a small shed next to her home. This memorial to Rudy is free and open to all. Patrons can check out books by signing a notebook. A wooden sign in the corner simply states “Rudy’s Dream.”

More such treats here.

explore-blog:

Rudy’s Library in Monowi, Nebraska – one of the many soul-warming photographs in Robert Dawson’s visual love letter to public libraries:

The entire population of this town consists of one woman, Elsie Eller. It is the only incorporated municipality in the United States with such a demographic. She acts as mayor and runs the only business in town, a local roadhouse. Over the years she watched all the other town residents move or pass away. When her husband, Rudy Eller, died in 2004, she became the town’s last resident. Because Rudy had collected so many books, she decided to open Rudy’s lLIbrary in a small shed next to her home. This memorial to Rudy is free and open to all. Patrons can check out books by signing a notebook. A wooden sign in the corner simply states “Rudy’s Dream.”

More such treats here.

(via npr)

Maybe, as a successful adult, I am not supposed to say things like, “My outlook on life and conception of myself as a person are thanks largely in part to a television show about a teenage detective,” but if that’s the case I don’t really want to be a successful adult. When I started watching Veronica Mars, it was the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, and I had developed a personality that was largely centered on letting terrible dudes push me around and make me feel awful about myself, and I was very sad, all the time. And then I watched Veronica Mars, which is about fathers and daughters and class warfare and high school and murder and most of all, to me, the triumphs and pitfalls of being a smart, tough girl in a world that would rather you be stupid and compliant.