Larry McMurtry, The Last Book Sale
In a summer when the shoreline temperature in the Little Arkansas River reached 98 degrees—bad news for catfish—should I really have attempted to bring a bunch of citified northerners into the heart of the heat, which peaked locally at 116?
Well, yes. It’s just weather, as my popular hero Captain Woodrow Call often said if he heard a complaint. So I threw a book sale.
Photo: David Woo/Dallas Morning News/Corbis
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Poor Larry, he looks so sad selling off his lifelong collection of books.
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