I pulled the dust jacket off of "The Wizard" on the way to the car a little after one this afternoon. On the way I grabbed the baby bag which I had already loaded with milk, green beans and orange slices. When I got to the car I put the baby bag in the back, looked in the passenger seat and found several bags. I got the stuff out and got in and we left.
About fifteen minutes later I was getting a little bored with the kids' music on the radio and remembered the book I had brought to read. When I looked down into the floorboard and around my seat and in the backseat I couldn't find the book. Immediately I knew that I had left the book on the roof of the car when I messed with the bags.
It was nearly four when we got home and as we drove down our street I did not spot the book. I aired up the tires in my bicycle so I could take a closer look. I rode all the way to the entrance to our subdivision but did not find it. I figured that someone must have picked it up. So now I had a dust jacket for which I had paid about twenty-seven dollars.
I got in the car to go to the park for a round of disc golf (four over {901 090 x00 - 11(01)0 010 010}) About three hundred yards down the main road outside our subdivision I saw a white square flap up and down on the side of the road. I pulled over at the next parking lot and ran back. Sure enough, there was the book. There really wasn't that much damage. A few streaks on the back where it slid and the cloth was slightly torn in a couple places on the edges. Nothing a dust jacket won't cover.
Posted to Books at January 15, 2005 10:40 PM