Old Town, China Town

I met Hodge at Skidmore Fountain in 2011, where he first encountered the Street Books library and said, "Hey, where are the books by PG Wodehouse?" Hodge lived on the streets of Old Town then, but he's since moved into an apartment, joined our Board of Directors, and now operates his own library shift on Mondays. (It's worth noting that he also torments the team with his rancid jokes). Today found us eating potstickers at his favorite Chinese food joint in Old Town, where we reviewed a draft of the "Guide to Starting a Street Library" so that we can share advice with others who ask about starting similar projects in their own cities. I couldn't help but notice the different kinds of words posted in Old Town today. It made me reflect on the years Hodge slept there and wonder what kind of messages he might have absorbed. What would he have laughed at and what would have worn him out? It also filled me with gratitude that he is a part of the Street Books family after all this time (despite the terrible jokes).