the little orange card was my passport to the universe. with it i was introduced to uncountable people and ideas i could not otherwise have known in my little town. there was no major art museum for 200 miles in any direction, so until i went to the university, the only paintings i saw were in the library's art books. through the marvel of the inner-library loan, i was furnished with stacks of book on judaism, cellular biology and whatever else sank a hook into my curiosity