Trapper shows me around some more, to places that are sacred because of the company he held. I also get a chance to catch up with two friends from way back, though only for a brief time.
However, I do make visiting the Eugene Public Library a priority because of their famous "sorter" machine. It's a machine with treadmills and levers and arms (sort of) that returns library items and sorts them onto carts. A staffmember willingly takes me through the area without too much coercion on my part.
I'm standing there, looking at this thing in awe, when the staffmember says, "Very Goldberg, isn't it?"
"Yes," I answer.
She seems somewhat suspicious of me as I have openly admitted that I am no longer working for libraries.
"So," I say, "what does it use to sort the items? Is it a media code?"
She answers affirmatively and explains further, no longer suspicious.
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