On my way through Anchorage enroute to Girdwood, I stopped at Title Wave, Alaska's biggest used bookstore, because how could I not (perennial check for Biggles books came up blank as usual), and picked up a few cheap books for reading material on the trip, including an old Dick Francis hardcover with a ratty dust jacket.

It wasn't until I'd read half the book and was taking off the dust jacket so the book would fit in my purse that I noticed there was something written on the flyleaf. I figured it was the usual "To Jimmy for Christmas, Aunt Maude" or whatever, until I read it and realized ...



... it's signed by the author! How cool is that?