I’ve just about had my fill of these cold, rainy days.
They are dreary, but every once in a while, there is an upside to ’em.
I couldn’t go outside and ramble with Tiger, but I could ramble in Uncle Harry’s well-stocked library. That was one of the advantages of growing up as the only child in a house of adults.
Uncle Harry was a well-read man. He not only gave me permission to plunder through the volumes on every shelf, he always encouraged me to enjoy the printed word.