Preparing for a trip north to Labrador city (mentioned in at least one story previously typed up) I was looking for a roadmap. Not finding what I was looking for, I went to the library to ask the reference librarian if he had anything. He did a quick check, looked puzzled, and asked me to come back in fifteen minutes or so. On my return, I was met with this wall of a guffaw- the happiest, loudest sound that library could possibly hold, coming out of the most stereotypical, white fluffy haired tweed-jacketed old libarian.... I recovered, he recovered, I walked up to the desk as he settled on a reasonable giggle. I asked if he had found a map. He said that he hadn't but he'd done the research, and could draw me one. He slapped a blank sheet of paper on the desk, put one dot on it, labeled the dot "Labrador city" and then beamed at me, with the happiest, brightest, proudest smile I've seen in a long while.
Note- there are actually roads- there a few in town, and one from that town to another- but nothing one could use to drive from the US to the city.
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