of bookmongers and fishmongers...

My father is a primary care physician in midcoast Maine; a fair number of his patients are lobsterman and, as a result, he would come home now and then with a trunk full of lobsters. It was always great fun when this would happen...we would have a big feast and pick the rest for salad, bisque and the like.

I went to review some books at a client's home yesterday. I spent about an hour and a half reviewing the volumes and culling those that I wanted from the rest and chatting with the owner. Just as I was preparing to leave he told me that, as a thank you for coming to review the books, he had brought home 3 lobsters for me. Thus I came home with a couple of dozen very nice books *and* lobster. I clearly need to find more lobsterman with interesting collections of books *g*.