Moving from one home to another is not much fun. It is probably the only time that I don’t like books. Somewhere in the past few years I purchased one freestanding vertical metal bookshelf for the next time that I move. A friend of mine had one and its unique style and simplicity appealed to me. It will fit in my downsized future abode. There will be only one bookshelf. What makes it onto the bookshelf has been edited over the years. The final edit will be just before I move. As of today its contents from top to bottom are; A vintage copy of Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, Robert Sabuda’s pop-up book of Alice in Wonderland, a signed copy of The Help by Kathryn Stockett, an old book of campfire songs, Boy’s Life by Robert R. McCammon, Planet Janet by Dyan Sheldon, Papa’s Daughter, Mama’s Way, Papa’s Wife and Dear Papa by Thyra Ferre’ Bjorn – a gift from a dear friend , A Year Down Yonder by Richard Peck, four of my childhood Dr. Seuss books, Edison iPod: Protect Your Ideas and Make Money by Frederick W. Mostert, Perfect Balance: Robert Greene’s Breakthrough Program for Finding the Lifelong Hormonal Health You Deserve, Folly by Laurie R. King, How Not To Get Taken Every Time by Remar Sutton – a car buying manual, The Glorious Indian Summer of 1995 by Russell Schneider, Being Genuine by Thomas D’Ansembourg, 5o Years From Today by Mike Wallace, a home owner’s record book, and last but not least – Mothers – a Loving Celebration.