A long, long, time ago: I borrowed a book from Gerb. <-- He is missed every day.
I don't remember what about it made me ask to borrow it, but I did.
I remember enjoying it then returning it and, basically, forgetting all about it.
Only to be reminded of it in the comments at a political blog.
The book was "Tuf Voyaging" by George RR Martin.
Yes, THAT George RR Martin.
I can now say that I've read a GRRM book and enjoyed it.
This had been true for... uh... decades. I think I borrowed it before I went into the Army. I just didn't realize it because I never made note of whom wrote the book and I'd even forgot the title.
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