A Prolific Morning

My girls convinced me to take them to a local Barnes & Noble because they were searching for something called a Squeezy Squishy toy — or something like that. So we braved the unseasonably cool, dreary, rainy weather to drive the short distance to our nearby B&N so that they could seek out their treasure. As they scoured the store for any signs of Squeezy Squishy things, I wandered around, looking at the various tables of books. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been in a Barnes & Noble, but as I browsed through the various themed tables, I noticed something: at every table I looked at, no matter the theme, there was at least one book that I had read. At some tables, there were three or four. I pointed this out to the girls. They pointed to a random shelf (World History) , asked if I’d read anything there. I immediately pointed to Churchill by Andrew Roberts. It was an bit of an odd, yet oddly satisfying experience. It was a less satisfying experience for the girls. There were no…