Hey, the floor is wet!

Just talked with my sister on the phone. She was calling me from a library book sale. Everything was a dollar or less, with quite a good selection as she tells it. She just called to ask if I needed anything. I ended up rattling off about 4 different authors, and she managed to find at least 2 of them while we were on the phone. Sisters rule.

This whole episode makes me hearken back to the days of my youth. The year was 1992, the place was Houston, Texas. Five students on a trip to an academic competition. There, these five brave souls discovered the joy that is Half Price Books. Good lord, we thought that store was the greatest. Every day, after being crushed mercilessly in our competition, we would make our pilgrimage across parking lots, streets, and parks to the Mecca that was Half Price Books. Then we'd float back to our dorms, burdened with books, content in mind and soul. Heady days, they were.

What a trip that was. Herr T pulled over twice for speeding. Justin trying to buy our friend Kim. Three liter bottles of pop. Galveston beach. Shakespeare in togas.

Marble. Slab. Creamery.

'nuff said.