Early one summer, years and years ago, my son loudly announced he was bored. Our home library had (and still does) over 1500 books easily. That didn’t count the floor to ceiling shelf of DVDs and boxes upon boxes of a comic book collection which, at that time, had been almost twenty years in the building. Needless to say I straightened his little red wagon out.
Early one summer, years and years ago, my son loudly announced he was bored. Our home library had (and still does) over 1500 books easily. That didn’t count the floor to ceiling shelf of DVDs and boxes upon boxes of a comic book collection which, at that time, had been almost twenty years in the building. Needless to say I straightened his little red wagon out.