Since we have so many books, and Dale is right now looking through his many shelves of ones he has collected through the years, I hardly even checked out any in the store. However, since we both love books (if you can love an inanimate object), we just couldn’t turn away from those long bookshelves, filled with so many good ones.About ten minutes later, I had finally joined with Dale’s idea of NOT taking any more home. As we made our way to the door and were ready to leave, one of the workers called out, “Didn’t you find anything? I know there are many good ones, because I stack those shelves myself!” We assured her that we agreed with her but since we had a couple thousand volumes at home already, maybe we wouldn’t take any more to fill up the spaces in the shelves because there’s no space left!
And so I was a bit surprised a couple of days later when I found a pile of eight books lying on the couch. Where did they come from? Dale had already started his pile of books that he wanted to give to schools or friends or someone else who would appreciate that gift.Since As I look back on all of the many years of my teaching and the shortage of books in my classroom, I know that I surely would! Even now, I have a very hard time donating my books as they are so special to me. Many of them are not in perfect shape, but I know the reason. They have been read and reread so many times that I am not surprised.
Since both Dale and I enjoy good poetry, we have close to one hundred or more of those. Dale is partial to anything that has to do with nature or gardening. I enjoy those of history and geography. What about fiction? Just one line will tell you. We feel that there are so many good books about real happenings and real people that we don’t have any fiction in the shelves.
As we left the store to go back to our small truck, Dale walked ahead of me so did not see what attracted my attention. We are still amazed at what I found. Right in front of me, off to my left, I noticed a nice car with a license plate that told me the driver or owner was handicapped.
Well, I often see signs like that, but what caught my attention was the rest of the words. I read DF 97L In the top corner was the month “Sep.” and below on the bottom left was “disabled.” At first I didn’t think much of it, but as I passed on by to the next car parked right next to the first, I found CF 97M on that plate! You probably think that was just a coincidence, but to me it was something that wouldn’t happen in a long time. Why? Because the first car had my husband’s initials, and the second had mine! I hurried back to the truck to get my camera. I wanted proof of what I had seen!
As I was taking a couple photos, a man came out of the store and walked on towards me. When he smiled, I asked, “Want to hear a good story? Check out this license plate. Those initials are the same as my husband’s”. Then I walked over to the second car and said, “Now look! Those are my initials!”
The man smacked his fist into his palm, then said, “Hmm. I found out something that you must have missed. Look at your husband’s plate. See the 97 L? That means that his license plate tells that he bought the car in ’97 and chose the L for the rest of his license. The lady’s was also purchased in 97 but her M follows his L! Now this is an interesting happening. You wouldn’t find two cars like that in most parking lots, but more often in the driveway or in the garage of a man and his wife!” – CHRIS