And plastic slipcovers on the sofa, too.

Why do some things stay in your memory, totally unremembered, for years, and then pop out! suddenly sending you whirling back decades to exactly how you felt when you experienced the thing originally?  The book was long gone and forgotten.  Then a copy appears unexpectedly in an unlikely place.  And instantly you’re at Pop and Goldia’s for the weekend and you can sense the peace of their home and hear Lawrence Welk on the TV and the mourning doves cooing outside and feel the beige sculptured carpet under your elbows as you turn the pages and ask Goldia, what does that say?…