Today is National Bookmobile Day.

Yup. There is such a thing.

I remember my hometown's bookmobile making rounds throughout the city when I was a wee lad. It looked like an abused school bus that just got out of a stint in rehab. Like it had scabies. Like a bad imitation of a predator van, minus the Dateline NBC camera crew in tow.

I never went inside that bookmobile. I like to think this is why I haven't needed therapy in adulthood.




(That's an old-timey photo from Nashville, TN, showing their bookmobile. Their bookmobile looks like it belongs to a prison, and the warden will walk out, sunglasses on, rifle over his shoulder, telling you in a thick, southern accent that what we have here is a failure to communicate.)