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In my municipal library, there is a display shelf at the entrance holding recently returned books. Today there was a selection of five books that were obviously returned together, all with titles like Titania's Book of Spells or Practical Magic. Glossy tomes of faux Wicca wisdom. Except one that looked... different. Trust Magic, it proclaimed on the front cover. And on the back? "An easy step-by-step guide to setting up a family trust – includes legal and accounting issues". Probably not quite what the borrower had in mind.
I've often thought that if I had been a giddy, giggly teenager in the post World War II years, my pin-up of choice wouldn't have been Rock Hudson or James Dean. No, it would have been Keith Miller. I particularly liked the tribute from one of his former team mates: "He was the finest all-rounder I came into contact with," Brown said. "He could bat, bowl and field. And he could fly an aeroplane." I was training a new reader at the radio station today, a nineteen-year-old student who'd never even heard of Keith Miller. She read the obituary I showed her and agreed that, yes, he was a bit of all right in his younger days. "Better than Warnie," she pointed out. Well, yes.
I've often thought that if I had been a giddy, giggly teenager in the post World War II years, my pin-up of choice wouldn't have been Rock Hudson or James Dean. No, it would have been Keith Miller. I particularly liked the tribute from one of his former team mates: "He was the finest all-rounder I came into contact with," Brown said. "He could bat, bowl and field. And he could fly an aeroplane." I was training a new reader at the radio station today, a nineteen-year-old student who'd never even heard of Keith Miller. She read the obituary I showed her and agreed that, yes, he was a bit of all right in his younger days. "Better than Warnie," she pointed out. Well, yes.
