I grew up in a small town where we couldn’t get new books. Yes, there was the school library, but I had read every single book in it.
I swear this is almost true.
There was also the Seniors Drop In Centre. Not only could you play shuffle board, snooker and steal a home made cookie or seven….
Why was it that your Mom’s Ginger Snap cookies never taste as good as the Cookie Ladies from the Drop In? Seriously, how did she make them so big? And crackly? And sugary? Andy why did it feel so good, yet so wrong to steal them?
See how food takes over my life?
I think I was talking about books.
At The Drop In Centre, you could also borrow books or buy them for a dime, or something along those lines.
The Drop In Centre is where I would find tons of inappropriate books to read. Stuff about womens loins, which I was sure had something to do with porkchops.
It’s also where I found and devoured this gem about Vanna White…
I read it about twelve times, which I think was the age Drew Barrymore did cocaine for the first time. Poor little Drew Barrymore, like other little twelve year old girls she should have been thinking about Baby sitting and reading the most important series of books in the entire world…
And not to wish my children’s life away, but I look forward to telling Whirlwind and Baby Bot to meet Mommy and Daddy at 3 p.m. at ” The Book Store.”
I also look forward to buying Whirlwind the biography about The Wiggles and their addiction to meth, heroin, prescription pills and banging hookers.