Back from errands. I went to pick up the Meredith Willson book in Hollywood. When I told the owner who I was, he said "You're going to hate me..." I knew that was the end of that. When I called yesterday, I gave him the catalogue number for the book and he looked it up on his computer and it showed as being available and there. Apparently, he went to find it and it wasn't there - which means one of his helpers sold it and didn't mark it down, or he's misplaced it. If you saw this store you'd probably surmise the latter - it's one of the messiest, most disorganized stores ever, and always has been. I know he wasn't pulling a fast one - the guy is over eighty and has always been very honorable. So, I'm still without the bloody book and I'll have to keep looking for a reasonably-priced copy - the only copies available are way too much.