in Elyria David askd my father what kind of toys pleasd me. he rememberd that when I was wee I playd with empty spools & later spent hours with my face in books.
on my second flight home the couple in front of me were playing some card game with their young son. that joggd a memory from childhood. for the first time in a long time I recalld playing a card game calld Authors. with my eyes shut I concentratd till I brought back the picture of a blond Hawthorne on the cards. I don't know what age I was when I playd Authors but I bet I hadn't read any Hawthorne yet. however that image of him must've dazzld me since I can still see it.
I didn't grow up to be a card player but I can still be dazzld by a blond man.