By Lorry Myers
She followed me out of a local restaurant, calling out my name. My father and her husband were fishing buddies so Kay knew me growing up. When it was my children’s turn to grow up in the same small town, Kay served as the local librarian and called every child by name. As long as I can remember, Kay Cox has been interwoven in my life.
When she called, I listened.
The retired library director continued to serve on the Library Board of Trustees, acting as their treasurer and a vocal visionary for the future of our small town library.
“Lorry.” Kay said in a voice that let me know this would not be a casual conversation. “I see you in the library all the time and now that we have a vacancy on the library board, I am giving your name to the mayor and asking him to appoint you to fill the seat.”
“Wait. What?” I stammered.
“You’ll be fine. All you have to do is show up at a monthly meeting and be honest in your opinion. You do have an opinion, right?” Kay said, making it sound like a trick question.
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