I must have been, oh . . . ten or so? And if I was careful, I could stretch my allowance into two books down at the Little Professor bookstore. I distinctly remember sitting on the floor between the aisles trying to choose between a Ben Bova trilogy and a Heinlein. If I went with the Heinlein, I could get two, you see, but the trilogy was huge, and that made me feel important. Three stores down past the pet shop was a branch of a the public library where they would let me take six more books home with me. Sometimes, I’d have one read before we got home.
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