Where's our Bell you Cheap Bastard?

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Franklin is home to the nation’s first public library. Back in the day, the town founders were like “yo, Benjamin Franklin, we’ll totally name our town after you, how about a gift? We’d like a bell, please.” And Benjamin (who was knee deep in French Harlots) was like “Here are some books and a pithy quote instead, Sense being Preferable to Sound”.

The books are still housed in the library, which was one of mine and Lizzie’s favorite haunts. It also had NAKED LADY PAINTINGS, which are also a draw. As Lizzie and I were wandering through the reference room, we spied a rather scurrilous looking man on one of the public computers, and we decided that he must be looking at porn. We circled behind him, pretending to look at books pertaining to leasing laws in Massachusetts, and were disappointed to see he was just checking his Yahoo mail. Booooring.