Catching crabs with the grand kids on Block Island, Rhode Island. Photo: Leigh Klonsky.
Jesus Christ, Rahm.
Can’t I leave Chicago for a God-damn week without you screwing things up even more?
I’m writing this sitting on a bench behind the Block Island library.
It’s the only place in town that you can get a decent internet connection. There is internet access here even when the library is closed.
I’m sharing the bench with a Croation girl and her boyfriend.
Croations fill a lot of the summer jobs on Block Island.
They come to the library to Skype to family and friends back home.
There has been some controversy about the 24-hour free internet at the Block Island library. Some hotel owners in the area complain about those that use it at all hours. Even though they are the some of the same people who staff their hotels.
Some of the library folks aren’t thrilled at having to clean up the cigarette butts and empty little liquor bottles they find in the morning. But they defend passionately the idea of free internet access.
I love librarians.
It is one little way the class struggle rages on Block Island, a sweet still mainly-undiscovered spot off the coast of Rhode Island. Access is by ferry from Point Judith or New London, Connecticut.
Arguing over 24-hour internet access at the public library is small potatoes compared to Chicago where the Mayor bulldozes a building that was promised for a library.
Blogging will be intermittent the next few days.
The bench behind the library has a waiting line.
And I have family I love that I will be attending to.