On the trip back home, I decided to buy two books to read, 40 Million Dollar Slaves: The Rise, Fall, and Redemption of the Black Athlete and, Trauma and Recovery. My intentions are to read them both before getting home. But that does not happen.
I found a bookstore in the Washington, D.C. area, that had one of the books and could order the other one for me. I decided to purchase 40 Million and wait to get the other when I arrived home from the library in my hometown. At the bookstore, I sat down in the oversized chair. Sitting on the couches would have put me to sleep. Reading in the library is not as warm, cozy, or inviting, I think, as I crack open my book to read. I decided to read a chapter, and would read the rest on the airplane. On the airplane, it is so uncomfortable, I decide to read the rest when I got on the bus. I read a chapter on the bus, decide I read the rest when I got home.
After arriving home, I hightailed it to the library, to get the other book, Trauma and Recovery, nowhere near finishing the $40 Million. I had called a head to see if our library would have to order it and they didn't. I ran into a few folks, and we chatted. During and while chatting with folks, I am asked about the book that I am holding, Trauma and Recovery. I explain it is about domestic violence, and eyes light up. At least four or five folks asked me about the book. By the third person, I am thinking, how interesting, that in less than an hour, four or five people, including strangers asked about the Trauma and Recovery, but not one person, asked me about the the $40 Million Dollar Slaves. Not one person, I think the title should be changed to The Rise and Fall and Redemption of the Black Athletes: 40 Million Dollar Slaves to be continued
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