Out mowing the yard, I saw a guy go past, slow, turn his motorcycle around, come back. He stopped, asked if it was our bookbox by the sidewalk.
"Hope so, it's in our yard. Yes."
"I got a book out of there, and OMG, I couldn't put it down! It was 'Red Notice', by Bill Browder."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. That's good."
I went inside, found a related book, "Red Mafia", brought it out and gave it to him.
It felt good, to know that some of our efforts are working, you know?
