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So this morning I’m just minding my own business, sitting inside a metal tube with wings that’s rocketing through the stratosphere at 543 miles per hour whilst leafing through the latest issue of The New Yorker, when I come across a fact piece about The Argosy, one of the few remaining old-school used-book shops in Manhattan. “Ah,” I thought, “fascinating. I must read this article, forthwith.” Because, you know, I’ve never seen a bookstore I didn’t want to get lost in. And then most of the way into the article, there was this passage about one of the co-proprietor’s sons:
Zack, a friendly and cheerful man of thirty-six, has been working in his mother’s top-floor aerie for the past two years, cataloguing her collection of autographs, documents, and letters for the Argosy Web site. But he is at his post full time only during the months of the year when baseball isn’t being played. During the baseball season, he is a ball hawk…
It’s Zack Hample! Famous for his baseball-collecting, and the author of three books!
And so now I must meet this Zack Hample, forthwith.
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