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When I Was Young, You Know, The First Foreign Editions That Would Come In Of Anything Of Mine, I'd Sit There And Look At Them As These Strange And Wonderful Artifacts.

I Was The Kind Of Kid Whose Parents Would Drop Him Off At The Local Town Library On Their Way To Work, And I'd Go And Work My Way Through The Children's Area.

Goodbyes Are Overrated.

According To My Daughters, My Most Irritating Habit Is Asking For Cups Of Tea.

But How Can You Walk Away From Something And Still Come Back To It?