James Series Chapter 34 The main branch of the Enoch Pratt Free Library system was located on Cathedral Street in downtown Baltimore. It was a massive building with architecture that reflected its 1930s construction—tall pillars, ornate cornices, gargoyles, and elaborate trims over every entryway, window, and door. I parked my car about a block south of the main entrance and walked as fast as I could to it. I could have gone home to do this, but a sense of urgency had quickened my pace as I headed to a public computer in a small alcove and logged on. Besides, something about the vast spaciousness of the high ceilings, the anonymity, and the hushed voices made me feel safe and comforted as I continued the most important mission of my life. Finding my son. RomanNumeralOne. I’d done an Internet search with the terms earlier, but it had crossed my mind to add the name “St. James” to my attempt. Now Web sites referencing historical people, Bible verses, even football, popped up on the results screen.
