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Hey Soul Mates,
here is my response to all of the comments from my previous blog "The Year I Read Books." Reading IS fundamental. Thanks for the recommendations.

For the unwashed,
RIF used to have these great TV commercials featuring a bookmobile that never saw 5 minutes in my neighborhood as a kid. Instead, we had to hoof it a half-mile to the public library. Part of that old-fashioned "get out and exercise" thing in the '70s. To be honest, my favorite thing to borrow from the Heights library wasn't books, but the vinyl of the Beatles' A Hard Day's Night and Magical Mystery Tour. No kidding. You always got a cool record carrying bag to take them home in.

Oh, also for the uninitiated, THIS is the bookish Scarlett Johannson, proudly showing off her... Louis Vuitton bookbag. It's got room for four paperbacks or a hardback. There's a small side pocket for a box of raisins or reading glasses. And a special holder on the inside for her library card. Enjoy those books, Scarlett. Or perhaps she's checked out some Rush Hour Soul CDs from the RIF truck. We'd endorse that.


Have a great weekend and a good Friday. Ha ha.
Love, Power, Peace

Comments

Anonymous said…
He He..Normie puts up a pic of Scarlett and all you can muster is a fashionable detail of the LV bag she's modelling....hmmnnnn, I guess I'll leave it to myself to go Old School (ya know what I'm already going to say homie) "God Bleass her little boobies!!!"
-#4
Anonymous said…
Whuuuuua! Troublemaker!

-Reggie

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