tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137230477075821753.post-68585730778186366322007-08-11T10:14:00.003-04:002008-02-19T19:53:26.263-05:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3r6sJNDbb0w/Rr3EwVVpOkI/AAAAAAAAA34/EehADOYGrr4/s1600-h/August+5+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3r6sJNDbb0w/Rr3EwVVpOkI/AAAAAAAAA34/EehADOYGrr4/s400/August+5+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097446687893961282" /></a><br />A collection of short stories by Alice Munro, a Canadian, is the latest on my book shelf at the lake house--or rather, on the floor, next to the bed. "Hateship, friendship, courtship, loveship, marriage; stories" (Alfred A. Knopf, 2001), purchased at the UAPL Friends sale for $2.00. Abbie, the Chihuahua, is my daughter's, and she is showing off by running away from me on her hind legs.Normanoreply@blogger.com