Today I went to the Clayton Library Center for Genealogical Research. It's part of the Houston Public Library system, yet it's a stand-alone 100% genealogy library. I am quite fortunate to live 30 miles from it.
The trip was successful, but not complete. I'm going to enter the information I found into my database and then go back for more. Because this project is for someone else, I can't really talk about it. Therefore, I've decided to introduce you to Newman.
On the first floor of the main building, there is a room full of copiers. Here are a few:
I have a chilly relationship with the copier in the corner. It behaves poorly, breaks down (making me look like the bad guy) resets itself and just does what it darn well pleases. It annoys the heck out of me, so I call it Newman just like the Seinfeld character. Every time I go to the Clayton, I welcome a show down. Here is what Newman looks like when others are in the room:
But when I am all alone, Newman shows his true colors:
Today, Newman tried to annoy me with a delay between copies, taking just a few more seconds each page than was really necessary. It also started asking funny questions about templates, trying to get me to fail at making copies, but I wasn't fooled. At least the machine worked, though, and that makes me suspicious. It's clearly trying to lure me into a false sense of security while hatching Plans of Destruction for my next visit.