Stephen Parrish

An old book was a time capsule. When you opened the front cover, you opened a door to another world__ world accessible through a kind of looking glass made of hard-board and cloth. The author__ voice resonated in the reader__ head with the same words that had resonated in his own as he wrote them. He spoke to the reader from the past. What he had witnessed, experienced, learned, and discovered would live forever. You only had to turn a page to travel in time.