My home town! In the 60s, the library in Live Oak Park was a favorite
refuge. A few of us neighborhood kids started the Manhattan Beach 4th
Street Book and Snack Club. That wasn't its official name, but that's
how we thought of it. We rode our bikes to the pier then up the hill to
the library where whispering--quiet whispering--was strictly enforced.
There we roamed the stacks until we each found a book to check out, its
plastic cover then crackling against our handlebars as we rode home, fast, because of the treats that awaited us. It was the best part of the
club, eating our snacks while looking out at the ocean. Though we
rarely discussed the stories we read, we sure had fun.