The same ad I clipped out of The Baltimore Sun countless times and pasted in my secret scrapbook. He was a bad man because the nuns in Catholic Sunday School had told us we'd go to hell if we saw that movie he wrote, 'Baby Doll' - the one with the great ad campaign, with Carroll Baker in the crib sucking her thumb, that made Cardinal Spellman have a nation-wide hissy fit. Of course, I knew who Tennessee Williams was. 'One Arm' read the forbidden cover on a short-story collection by Tennessee Williams that I later found out had once been available only in an expensive limited edition, sold under the counter in 'special' bookshops before New Directions released the hardback version. So when the kindly librarian was helping the 'normal' kids with their book reports, I sneaked behind the checkout desk and stole the first book I ever wanted to possess on my own. But I soon figured out that the 'see Librarian' books were on a special shelf behind the counter. As a 12-year-old boy in suburban Baltimore, I would look up his name in the card catalog at the library and it would read 'see Librarian.' I wanted these 'see Librarian' books - and I wanted them now - but in the late 1950s (and sadly even today), there was no way a warped adolescent like myself could get his hands on one.
