musings about my former relationships with card catalogs
If you are a pre-Millennial (quick check: if you don't know what a Millennial is, you are a "pre") and occasionally visited a library in your younger years, in between drinking beers at trackside while waiting for trains, you may remember those beefy hardwood cabinets full of grubby index cards - the infamous card catalogs - containing all sorts of enigmatic scrawlings that seemingly were designed to perplex and confound.
