I have a funny story to share. While my husband was having his surgery last week, I stayed with my father in the Bay Area. He is an avid reader and consistently gets new books from the family on every possible gift giving occasion. He ran out of space on his ample bookshelves some months back, and has been stacking books in piles on the floor in his family room. I promised him that while I stayed with him, we would go through his bookshelves together and he could choose what books he might like to donate, and make room on the shelves for the newer books in his collection.
To give you a bit of back story, my dad usually reads books that he actually owns. Books he has owned for years, books he has purchased, or more likely, books he has been given as gifts. He used to use the library, but back in the 70s he had a falling out with our local library system. He had turned up at the library and was attempting to check out a stack of books he had chosen, when the librarian refused to let him borrow any books until he paid a rather hefty library fine for an overdue book. After inquiring what the title of the book was, he insisted that he had never checked out any such book in his life. My father is a scientist, and the book in question was "American Plays". Not his cup of tea at all.
The librarian wouldn't budge, and my father left in a huff, never to return to the city library again.
So, about three hours into the dusty dirty job of cleaning out my dad's book shelves, guess what I found? You guessed it. "American Plays", with a due date card marked May 30, 1979.
My father was pretty tickled that the book had turned up after being missing for 38 years, but still insisted that he had not been the person to check out the book all that time ago. After texting my sisters, one of them sheepishly admitted to taking a theater class at the local junior college back in the late 70's, but wasn't accepting blame for checking out the book in our dad's name. Hmmm. That is one of those "if the shoe fits" scenarios if I ever heard one.
So, what did we do with the book in question? Why I anonymously dropped it through the book drop at the local library. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall when they discovered that in the bin.