An embarrassment of sorts from my youth was the realization that I was more interested in reading about the lives of many famous writers than I was interested in reading their works. And I still feel that core impulse, about a lot of artists of various sorts.
A "Where's George?" bill I put in the MR pop machine on February 3rd just turned up in the change from morning coffee somebody got this morning, in Riverview, MI (33 miles away). It's "in good shape".
