Old friends

I don't have a lot of time to read right now and my attention span is pretty limited. But I usually need to read a little bit before nodding off to sleep.

So, I've gone back to an old friend; my pal Trav. He lives at Slip F-18 Bahia Mar on a houseboat he won in a poker game.

The Travis McGee series of mysteries. Easily digestible. But full of little nuggets and interesting characters. Originally introduced to me by another old friend. I've probably read them all at least twice. I've probably owned all the books at least once - and I've always regretted giving them away. There's been a gap of quite a few years since I last read one of the series. So I managed to get through the first one I went back to, The Long Lavender Look, without remembering too much (except, oddly enough, the crucial twist). And now I'm reading A Tan and Sandy Silence, and all of a sudden, a few pages in, nearly the whole story came back to me, but I'll soldier on.

You don't forget old friends just 'cause they keep telling the same stories.