"I do love secondhand books that open to the page some previous owner read oftenest. The day Hazlitt came, he opened to 'I hate to read new books,' and I hollered 'Comrade!' to whoever owned it before me."
One of my favorite possessions. Missmarkey gave it to me at the BC DC convention in 2011, just before I set off on a Route 66 adventure. She was planning on coming along with us, but had to pull out, and this was her kind-hearted way of being part of the trip. I wore it when we stopped at the Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo, which she had a particular fondness to see. One day, Janice!
What is happening in the photograph is that I am peering at my coffee, into which I'd just poured a serving of yoghurt under the mistaken impression that the Swedish writing on the carton meant "low-fat milk for Skyring". It sort of turned into a science experiment, with a layer of oil on the surface, globules of yoghurtness floating in the coffee, and possibly demons patrolling the depths of the mug.