grabbing random crap off the bookshelves

Wherein just killing time waiting for the oven timer to ding

Grab a book, open to a random page , and type something interesting.

Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. From the 1965, First Edition, turned to page 220:

"Describe them."

"Maybe they were sisters. Both blond. Plump. I'm not too clear about it. See, we'd bought a bottle of ready0mix Orange Blossoms--that's orange pop and vodka--and I was geting stifff. We gave the girls a few drinks and drove tem out to Fun Haven. I imagine you gentlemen never heard of Fun Haven?"