Nope, not a post about the Kansas City Royals, or baseball at all for that matter, though I do hope to get there at some point.
Rather, it’s about getting away with thievery at the local library yesterday. I did. Twenty-five, count ’em, 25 cents each for the two books pictured below. Now, I have no idea how many person-hours went into these, nor any idea how to go about estimating same, but I do know that each is over 800 pages and jam-packed with mucho useful information that could remind me of the 99.9% of the French I’ve forgotten, or get me across the outback some day, should I consult them. And that each required a great deal of work to obtain, organize and print the information contained in them. And that if they sold them for 25 cents new, all the contributing writers would’ve long ago died of starvation. Hell, I’d gladly pay a quarter just for that Australian hotel picture. I win.
Can you beat that with a stick? Tell me about your best book bargains from used book stores, yard sales, dumpsters, your Aunt Maybelle’s attic corner, whatever.
Bring it book thieves. Bring it or I’ll inflict a baseball post or two on you, I’m warning you now.