Whatchamacallit

As I travel I think about what I am going to write.  My day began with a return visit to Mitchell Community College in Statesville.  I was there to meet the new Director, Beverly Rufty, and to show her how to use our company's website.  I arrived to find that she was expecting one of five interviewees for a position with the library.  We visited briefly and I left her to prepare for the interviews.  As I walked back to my car, I noticed that the door of the Broad Street United Methodist Church (part of my brother, John's tribe) was open.  I don't mean it was simply unlocked.  It was standing open.  I couldn't resist so I walked over and found the building to be open for anyone to come in.  The sanctuary was beautiful and apparently is available for people to simply come in and meditate or pray.  There was no one to supervise and I thought what a risk the Church takes to make the sanctuary available.  As I returned to my car, I thought a good title might be "The Church of the Open Door."

My next stop was another return visit to the school named for my brother, John Wesley University in
High Point.  As had been the case on my previous two visits, the library director was not available.  High Point is a city I visit fairly frequently so I will try to see her again.  After that visit I thought I might write about perseverance.

My next stop was in Asheboro at the Randolph County Community College.  Debbie Luck and Pam Pollard have become good friends and I asked if I could take a picture with them.  They agreed (though they, like most women, are loathe to have their picture taken) if I would allow their library mascot, Snoopy, to join in.  Snoopy was dressed in a tutu and had just returned form visiting someone in the hospital where the nurses had given him "Breast Cancer Awareness" headgear.  He had voted in early voting and had the sticker to prove it.  I'm afraid my rather drab attire did not match his flamboyance.  At that point, I was convinced Snoopy would find his way into the title.

It was noon when I got to Troy and the Montgomery County

Community College. I looked around for a place to eat and found a gem.  Hometown BBQ is a local eatery that features "Eastern Style" barbecue.  That is not my favorite kind so I ordered barbecued chicken, collard greens and butter beans.  The food was delicious and the service as friendly as could be.  They served hushpuppies with honey butter which is a great way to end any meal. My only concern was keeping the abundant barbecue sauce off my tie--which would have made a good title.

Deborah Ashby is the director at MCCC but she was on vacation.  MCCC is the school I wrote about in a previous tome that has a nationally-recognized program teaching taxidermy.  I though about going over to see the program but I was still stuffed from lunch!








Stanley County Community College had just celebrated Halloween and the director, Erin Allen, had a
werewolf on her head.  I asked her if she was aware of it and she seemed to not be the least bit put off.

My final stop was in Misenheimer at Pfeiffer University.  Lara Little reported a 3% growth in enrollment at the school this year and introduced me to the man who orders books for the library, Damion Miller.  Damion is built more like a linebacker than a librarian.  Clearly these two have the Gustavus Adolphus Pfeiffer library well in hand.  Those four names--Misenheimer, Pfeiffer, Gustavus and Adolphus would certainly make eye-catching titles.

So I am left with "Whatchamacallit."  Because however you describe this day's travels, it's about books and the people who love them.  The freedom to read and write and name are guarantees that come with being a citizen of this fair land.  I hope you will not only excercise that right but also fulfill that duty on November 8th.