Visit to the Book Store

I thought I should go to the bookstore today. Just so, to lift my spirits. I love bookstores. There was a big table in the main aisle with Valentines books. Sextrology, Sex for Dummies. When I grew up every dummy could have sex. Now that we get so many babies through in-vitro fertilization, I guess we need a book for sex. If you thought Valentine has anything to do with sending your sweetheart a card or candy or roses and staying kosher, I mean celibate, you could not tell by the books. If books on western sex did not satisfy your lust, there were books on eastern sex. Nothing on southern or northern sex. Too hot? too cold? No idea. Bought a few history books, a Java script book, a Rome travel book. Went and got milk. Emptied my heart out to Pater Wolfgang, sent it my mistake to Mr. Finkelstein. Just as well as it also pertained to Mr. Finkelstein. Well, Mr. Finkelstein responded. I understand his position better but this issue gives me nightmares and all my hairs stand up. If I could drink, I would drink now and not the milk either that I just purchased.