Whenever I shop garage or estate sales, I always make it a point to stop and go through the books. Occasionally, you'll find a rare or old one, but usually just a good read and that's generally all I'm looking for.
One genre I like to collect is children's books, mostly the Scholastic books and their ilk you bought via monthly flyers. Memories of pouring over those mini catalogs and the excitement when the teacher would open the box of newly arrived orders are some of my favorite of elementary school.
I've had the idea of doing a review of some of the books I've found and read for some time and having just completed one found book recently, I thought now was the perfect opportunity.
Now, given that lead up, I'll bet your expecting a Scholastic book? Nope, I'm throwing you a curve; maybe even a bean ball. But the series of coincidences in finding the book along with its content make for an interesting tale.
Webster Groves is a suburb of St. Louis. My grandparents lived there and I spent many weekends and holidays with them. In their final years, they enjoyed going to the local library and I would go with them weekly. Occasionally, I like to drop back in for a visit and a recent remodel gave me an incentive to see what had changed.
Walking in the front door, I scanned the books for sale, as I always do. One title caught my eye and at first I mistook it for the similarly titled book by one of my favorite authors, Jack Finney. But the book, "It's About Time", was instead written by Bernal C. Payne, Jr. Judging by the poorly drawn cover and the corny title, I knew it had to be a time travel story.