They didn’t have any remotely reasonable cars at the rental place, so I have this preposterous golden minivan to take to Tonopah. This week I’ve been squandering my youth on scratchy old microfilms of mineral patents, all about a hundred years old and signed by Roosevelt and Taft; when I go out into the territory I should watch for bears, I guess, and sing something rousing about the charge up San Juan Hill.
Better or worse than squandering it on (insert name of orals author you'll never read again)?
please call your van The Gold Bug.
Yeah, what was Richard Powers doing on my orals list?