It was the toughest type of weather today for the floating bookshop - cloudy and windy. There's another big storm on the way. Fortunately, at least for everyone away from rivers, which have crested, it will be rain. I didn't think I'd have any sales. I set up right against the bus shelter on Avenue Z, which cut off the sight line of anyone walking toward East 13th. To my surprise, a manual laborer looked through the CD's and, although he didn't recognize any of the artists, selected Ted Nugent's Live Double record, a steal at one dollar. A bit later a guy in green medical garb, yarmulke atop his head, stopped and looked through just about everything I had on display, including my own books. He finally settled on Why Didn't I Think of That? by Allyn Freeman and Bob Golden, a fun look at odd million dollar ideas like the pet rock, things that any of us could have conjured to make ourselves rich. The book serves as both encouragement and a poke in the eye. It was part of my friend Arlynn's vast donation. She had her second operation Monday, having a small part of her lymph nodes removed. She was home the same day, certain the staff thought her meshuggah, as she commended herself into God's hands just before she was put under by the anesthesiologist. She is allergic to the dye used to illumine the affected areas, and was really nervous about it. She must now wait for her doctor to return from vacation before going to the next step, which would be weeks of radiation treatment, provided no complications were found. A person in her condition cannot undergo chemo. She has a rare neurological disease that has weakened and collapsed her legs so that her knees press against each other. Radiation treatments are five days a week. It will be tough, but she is in good spirits. She has been a survivor.
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