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02/13/2004: "Author"

While my clothes were doing their thing at the laundromat, I went to the grocery store for a few items. Anti-Atikins: bread, potato chips, and oranges. I went to the register and got in line. Two people in front. I need amusement while I'm waiting, so I look around. The rotating book rack, with the usual commercial stuff, romances mostly. And one by her: I was at college with her. I never met her, to my knowledge, though it wasa small place; she dropped out at the beginning of her senior year, when I was a freshman. Now she writes books of the sort that they sell in supermarkets. Her first six or eight were quite good, and then she hit on a successful formula. I don't read them any more.