I saw a post yesterday on my Facebook feed which read:
“He said, ‘Books or me.’
I sometimes remember him when I’m buying new books.”
The post was from Writerspace and of course, I loved it and shared it and when she saw it, one of my friends wrote:
Sometimes as I quickly scroll down my wall, I see a post and have passed who posted it. Instead of going right back up, I first read it, and then try to guess who posted it. I always know yours. I know you, my friend.
I read that first thing this morning and smiled and felt just like someone in a Jack Nicolson movie. I can’t remember the name of it, but it was the one in which he “woos” (for want of a better word) a waitress who has a sick child and a neighbor whose dog he hates.
Anyway, when I read what my friend wrote, I felt just like the waitress who, after receiving a compliment from Nicholson’s character, says “That’s just about the best compliment anybody’s ever given me.”
My memoir, Dear Elvis, is available at amzn.to/2uPSFtE
My memoir, Dear Elvis, is available at amzn.to/2uPSFtE
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