Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Fifty years ago..............................


At the book store.........................................................



                              It is one of the sorry human habits to play the game of:  What was I doing when it happened?
     After I heard that Helena Pearson had died on Thursday the third day of October, I had no trouble reconstructing the immediate past.
     That Thursday had been the fourth and final day of a legitimate little job of marine salvage.  Meyer made a lot of small jokes about Travis McGee, salvage expert, actually doing some straight-arrow salvage.  He kept saying it almost made my cover story believable.  But he did not say such things for any ears by mine own.

-John D. MacDonald, being the opening paragraphs of The Girl In The Plain Brown Wrapper

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