Remembering.....

Like many other kids, when I was little, I  did love to listen to what the grown ups were talking about.  Being a kid I did not always understand what was being said, so, I kind of filled in the blanks and more often than not had no clue why everyone was talking about some dumb boring thing.

One of the things I remember and laugh at now is overhearing a conversation my stepfather was having about a book.  Now, before going further, I have to explain, he worked for Doubleday on 5th Avenue in NY, and our house was filled with book caseses that were filled with books.  If you know anything about apartment hallways in NY, you know that that are very long and narrow.  Suffice it to say, bookcases lined the hallways, but did allow us some manuvering room to walk about the apartment.  So, here was this bookfilled house with books about anything and everything, anyone and everyone, and here he was just going on and on about this book.  So, I am listening avidly, because who knows?  Maybe this is going to be another jackpot of a book - something that will give me access to the world of adults.  So, I listen, and listen, what's the book? What?

He's talking and talking and then he says that The Ruby Yacht of O. Mark Iam  is a masterpiece of prose. And, going on and on about the translations from Persian to English, etc.  The Ruby Yacht is just a treasure.

I am standing there in the long hallway listening and what is he talking about??  A stupid kid named O. Mark who has a red boat?  Ugh. Waste of time, and I ran down the stairs and out the door to play in the street with my friends.

One day, several years later, when I had a better handle on getting info about books, imagine my surprise when I found out that what I had imagined -

was in fact, TheRubyiat of Omar Kayam.  

And, to paraphrase a verse from that epic -

                                              The typing hand, having typedt moves on..........


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