Once upon a time, there was an old man named Rick who liked to read the paper at a certain Starbucks, which was in a Barnes & Noble.
On Italy I read a book about Rome once. I was a child of seven, and I was looking through my grandmother’s bookcase. Well do I remember the smell of Grandmother’s house: talcum powder and slightly moldering carpets. Grandmother had a vast collection of books about far-away and wonderful places. Rome attracted my attention because […]