Today the Friends of the George F. Johnson Memorial Library purchased a copy of The Cyber Miracles. Can’t tell you what this means to me, having my book circulated through this library. After all, this is the library where I checked out my first book as a child (“Horton Hears A Who” by Dr. Seuss). This is the library where I checked out all sorts of books to learn how to write better — from William Safire’s “On Language” to the wonderful works of Eudora Welty, whose stories of the lives of average people have been an inspiration to me. Who would have thought years ago, when the library was in George F.’s old home, that the little girl climbing the marble staircase to the children’s section would one day be able to check out her own book if she pleased. This is a moment I want to savor…