A couple Saturdays ago, Rama and I went to the library. I hadn’t been in so long that I’d forgotten how fun it could be. We split up in books on tape. He headed to the graphic novels, and I went to poetry. Just 15 minutes later, we found each other at the computer stations, both of us with a stack of books. It was the beginning, I hope, of a tradition, although Rama says we have to go at least twice before we can call it that.