I wasn’t looking *at* anything, I was looking *for* a book. A children’s book that I had vague, but warm memories from owning back in my ancient youth. Weird how as you age, memories of childhood pop up randomly. If they pop up a great deal, and your short term memory is gone, man, that is bad news. So far, fingers crossed, it’s been confined to remembering kid’s toys and books I used to own. And being a Baby Boomer–I want to own again. For example. In the back of comic books were ads for “tiny dolls” or something else falsely descriptive. What you got in fact when you sent away for them, were little pink plastic figures of people in all sorts of dress.