I got this book as a gift from my sister for Christmas. She told me she was looking through quite a few books at an antique/thrift store, picked this one up, turned the cover over and immediately got the chills. It actually belonged to my Grandfather, I'm guessing during the 1950's while he was attending college. It even has his name and address in it! I was slightly weirded out but in a good way since, you know, it isn't very often that when the first time my sister goes to a store that I've been to many times, ends up finding my grandfather's book in a shelve of hundreds, just a few days before the store goes out of business and closes. You lucky bastard, you (me, of course).

-James V.

1 comment:

the snail and the cyclops said...

this makes me so happy!