A couple of weeks ago, March 29, to be exact, I wrote about citizen libraries, little facilities no bigger than a bread box where one can leave or take a book to read, courtesy of a neighbor. The blue box in my area got run down the other day, but someone set it up again and though it

There’s a battered blue mail box, shaped like a bread container, that leans precariously on a post on a busy street not far from my home. For a number of years, I never knew its purpose. One day a friend told me it was a citizen’s lending library — a place where folks leave