the cost and trouble of these kinds of services any longer, so believe our corporate masters. I remember the bookmobiles, too... although I lived in a small enough town I'd hop on my bicycle and ride down to the library, enjoying the sense of freedom it gave me. And nothing can dim the light of my memories during Halloween at that point in time. Today's "trunk or treating" can't hold a candle to it.
Talking about travelling salesmen... One afternoon my family was picking on me (good naturedly) about my height (or lack thereof). At my tallest, I only reached 4'11". Well, Dad was 6', my mom was 5'9" and my brother was 6'2"... even my little sister was way taller than I was, tho there was 8 years difference in our ages. I took it for awhile, and then when I got mom off to herself and she was still kidding me, I laughed and asked her if there wasn't something she wanted to tell me about the Hoover salesman or the Fuller Brush guy?! She turned 3 shades of red and said I'd won the day with my comment. But no... I was a "throwback" to a generation that no one could remember... as EVERYBODY in the immediate and past known generations were at a minimum average height, and the rest... men as well as women... were tall for their age. So, to get back at me she called me "mutant" the rest of the joke fest among us kids; Dad said I was a throwback to the Picts that must have been in his bloodline. I liked that last comment! (LOL)
I laughed earlier about reading the unabridged dictionary and not starting with "S". My real education came when I sneaked one of my Mom's new Doubleday Bookclub books from her bedstand and started reading it. It was called "Portnoy's Complaint" by Phillip Roth. I think I learned as much through it as most boys did with Penthouse. And I always made sure to put it back on Mom's stand exactly like it'd been when I picked it up... couldn't have her catching on to me! (LOL)
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