Hollow pockets of Scholarship
by Regis Boff
When I was little, we had this thick dictionary, it had to have been at least eight inches to a foot high. It was something that every word in the world was in it. I would close my eyes, then pick a page to open on and look at the words.
I built my first encyclopedia, getting one letter a month, book by book, from our supermarket’s installment offer. It was a Funk and Wagnalis.
We failed to complete the set for reasons long forgotten.
I occasionally find hollow pockets inside the U, V,W,X,Y,and.Z sections of my scholarship.