When I returned this morning from a meeting at City Hall, I found several members of the staff working over a not-at-all-new bicycle. I found out the story:

Last Friday, one of our patrons (call her "Beth") had her bicycle stolen from the bike rack in front of the library. Beth is, well, mentally slow, and this disturbed her greatly as it was her only transportation. We called the police and did what we could, but that was all.

Until the staff members called a bike cooperative this morning. They brought over a servicable bicycle, and the staff lubed it up and bought a lock and reflectors for the bike.

Beth will be given it later this week.

I had nothing to do with this; I didn't even know about it (and officially I still don't).