Happiness for $2.86

Keith reads, when he reads, classics. You won't catch him with the new Clancy or Crichton, but Dickens and Melville are distinct possibilities. It's all because a guy he admired when he was just a kid could recite Shakespeare just as easily as he could handle a horse.

Since he is pretty unhappy (with no prospect for improvement in the near future), Keith has decided that he needs something new to read. A distraction. He asked me when I was going to Austin next so that perhaps I could bring him "Huckleberry Finn" since he's never read it and hears that this Twain guy is pretty good. Unfortunately the weekend I'm passing through is the weekend he's skipping town, but I had a plan B.

I ebayed the book on the spot. For a penny (plus $2.85 for shipping), he should get the book tomorrow. He even got to pick hard or softcover. It made him feel special that I could, and would, send a gift so easily and quickly. I like that I can cheer up a friend for $2.86 at a time. Although, to me, it's worth a million times more.

I hope things get better for him soon. But if they don't, Hemingway is next.