Digital_Ink suggested I read a classic American short story called GOODMAN BROWN. On my bike ride back from the bank, I see a used bookstore and drop in. No GOODMAN BROWN. A sucker for old and cheap books, I snoop around. I dig the crime genre. I come across KILL ME TOMORROW, a Shell Scott novel by Richard S. Prather.
Published in October of 1969, I wonder how many writers were rattling off 213pp mysteries from their manual typewriter on a weekly basis? And how many of them had an obvious pseudonym like Richard [Dick] S. Prather? Ahh, the good old days when a dime meant something. Curious, I read the first page.