“NOTHING BEHIND ME, EVERYTHING AHEAD OF ME, AS IS EVER SO ON THE ROAD.”
In the 1960s and ’70s, one’s ability to access information was usually confined to the Dewey Decimal System. My main source of information was the library, and I spent countless hours there, poring over books on myriad subjects. My family lived about seven miles from Moorpark, California, a typical small town with a population of just under 3,000, according to a 1970 census report. My high school graduating class was made up of 73 students, most of whom I’d known since kindergarten.
The area was rural. Once a week the Bookmobile—a delivery truck with a library inside—stopped down the road from our house. It was one of the highlights of my week. The subjects ...