A Walk Down Yesteryear's Biblio-lane

Summer 1981. It was a time and place so far removed from where I am now that I have to strain to remember it. I was so different then. I believed, naively as it turned out, that a straight-A report card was a ticket to ride, that my teachers knew best and I should run where they pointed. I did not realize the health challenges waiting around the proverbial corner. I read voraciously that summer--everything from science fiction anthologies, contemporary young adult stuff, to biography and mystery. I'd even recommend a few of the books. Most filled time for a teen-ager losing the remains of his residual sight in a small Louisiana country town. I hope I ended that summer a better person than when I began it.