When Cuz didn't contact me about our usual Monday golf date, I thought he'd made a mistake giving in to the weather forecast. I figured there might be late afternoon showers at most. They arrived early, about noon. I don't know how much it rained in Queens, where we play, but it poured in Brooklyn. Fortunately, I'd had an hour to do business at the floating bookshop. I brought out the 14 CDs Marie donated last week, hoping William, a local security guard who has bought so much music from me, would buy a few. He took all 14. Most were jazz and big band, and there was also gospel and a Dire Straits album. Thank you, sir, and also to the two Russian benefactors who donated books in their native tongue, two of which immediately sold.
It was all good, then all of a sudden it started pouring. I hustled the books under a large tree nearby with the help of Morty, a retired salesman, but it only helped for a few minutes. I tried to protect the books by putting them in plastic bags. Since the deluge showed no sign of abating and the tree wasn't providing any shelter, I decided to haul the stuff to the car, which was about 80 yards away, across Avenue Z. I had to make two trips. I was so soaked that it made no sense to sit in the car and try to wipe down the books with a towel. I decided to do it later. Of course, my main worry was damage to my own books. All the others are expendable. I haven't paid a dime for them. As I feared, the cover to Adjustments had long striations where its thin plastic veneer bubbled. It has happened before. A lucky soul will get a steep discount on it. My other books were okay. So was Love Dreams, the novel of my literary angel January/Victoria Valentine. A number of the used books were wet. I stood them on their spines near the rear window, where the sun will dry them, hopefully. Two of the cardboard boxes I stored the books in were ruined. One originally held Wee Wee Pads, a pet care product for our four-legged friends, the sight of which occasionally aroused a chuckle from a passerby, especially the young. All in all, I was lucky, but I hope I don't have to go through it again tomorrow.
Visit Vic’s sites:
Vic’s Third Novel (Print or Kindle): http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic’s Website: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
Vic’s Short Story Collection (Print or Kindle): http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic’s 2nd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/6b86st6
Vic’s 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/94t5h
Vic’s Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
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