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In my childhood my Father would go to the local bookstore on Friday after work and buy a few paperbacks -- Matt Helm, Doc Savage, and the like -- and proceed to lie on the couch for the weekend and read them one after another. I got the Doc Savage and that type of book after he finished them and what was left went in paper shopping bags for my Uncle to read later. In an average weekend my Father would finish 3 to 5 books, watch (read or sleep) a baseball game or two, spend one night playing bridge with another couple, and (seasonally) tell me to go out and mow the lawn or shovel the sidewalk. (The last part was a bit of a problem when we lived in an apartment for a few years.)
I still have the Doc Savage books in a box in the basement.
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