Feb. 13th, 2016
The last time I surrounded myself with microfilm I was in University, and a research assistant for a two-volume biography of Prime Minister Lester B. Pearson. It didn’t take long to get back into the swing of things, weaving celluloid over the hill and dale of rollers, whirring through images, losing myself in the detritus of lives and ages passed. In a very short period, I’ve become (overly) fond of the Kitchener Public Library’s spiffy new reader. It’s like a favourite cinema seat (which it is, I suppose).