orgot all about this – I’m sure I could find the original post if I looked. The original story was that I had brought a book in with me to the urologist. They needed some in-house xrays to see what those pesky stones riding in my kidneys were up to. The woman working the machine saw my book and we started talking books. She said she was trying to find a book she could share with her daughter.

Took me about half a second. “Watership Down.”

Told her a little about it. Bunnies. Nature, red of tooth and claw. All that stuff. She said she’d look into it.

Didn’t give it another thought. Then I was in there the other day (a couple of months since the prequel above), getting blood drawn for my PSA test for an upcoming check-up. While the phlebotomist drew my blood, another medical person poked her head in. Took me a moment to realize she was talking to me, not Dracula next to me. Talking about rabbits. Talking about Watership Down.

She’s over halfway through with her daughter and the rabbits are almost across the valley and up to the down. “We’re almost there,” she told me.

“Oh, the fun is only beginning,” I replied, thinking of Kehaar, of Efrafa and of General Woundwart.

Love reading and love talking about it.

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