Since she mentioned the library in the church, where there were books small and big, apparently, I would have to indicate that one of my favorite places—it still is—I spent more years than I care to admit as a student at the University of Iowa, I think I became very close to being a professional student, undergraduate, graduate school forever.  But the place where you spent a lot of time at that time, when you weren’t marching or protesting in the 1960s, was the then brand new university library.  If you went upstairs, which is still the case, but now, it’s almost like a haunted area because who pays attention to books anymore?  But you could go through these stacks of all these old books and you know, you would just walk through and touch them and smell them, too, because of the odor, but there was something about that odor.  Now I think I’ve transferred my interest in libraries to the Iowa City Library, which is a wonderful place, and it’s a wonderful place just to wander through, and go through all of the stacks, and look at all of the different kinds of books that are there.  So I guess I’d say the library is my favorite place.