I do love to peek at what happened this very day, down through the years.
On this day (July 29, 1869, to be precise), for example, a baby boy was born in Indianapolis, Indiana. Booth was his name; Booth Tarkington.
He would grow up to pen great American novels–two of which won the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction (in 1919 and 1922). While he never graduated from college, he earned multiple honorary degrees (which I’ve long argued is the way to go) including an honorary doctorate from Purdue, honorary masters and doctorate from Princeton, honorary doctorate from Columbia. He also wrote plays, dabbled in illustration. He was a well-known sailor.
All new to me.
That’s right. Until this morning when I saw a name I didn’t recognized and decided to look that name up, I knew nary a thing about the man.
I imagine, if he were here today, paying witness to such a confession, he’d look at me much like he is in the photo, above.
The good news: learned something new.
With that, I wish you a splendid weekend. In addition to any shenanigans you may have planned, I hope you learn a fascinating thing or two. Bonus if you happen upon a new (to you) author; which means more books to add to your reading list . . .