Microfiche is expensive and the technology, while not new, still requires you either buy the film or do it yourself. The readers aren't cheap either.M...m, being the head librarian, had no problem with me looking in January and February of 1967. And there it was, "Jimmy come home all it forgiven." Feb First 1967.I checked the weather for the first ... oooo ... shitty. So I dressed warm and timed it.Shitty doesn't come close. Lake Effect Blizzard. Two feet additional on the ground over the top of. She climbs up on to the stage and is greeted by the sexy hostess. “What is your name sweetie?” She asks.“Kim.” Is her reply, in a low sexy tone.“Are you sure you are up for this?”“I am not sure, but I am willing to give it a go!”“Good for you. Go for it then.”So the girl walks slowly over to stand in front of the guy. When she is about three feet away she pulls down the zip on her onesie and slips it off her shoulders so it slides to the floor.“Jeez.” Thinks Tom “What an ass she has. I loved to. Rajat-“How you dare to hit me…”Rajat seth gave a blow on his head. There was blood trickling from my father nose.I ran toward Rajat and started hitting him.Rajat threw me away.I heard my mother voice-“Please do not hit him…I pray you Rajat.”Mother was standing on the stair holding the railing.She was hardly able to stand.She had her saree wrapped clumsily all over her.“Why are you downstair?”-Rajat asked.Rajat came near mom, took her in his shoulder and carried her on his shoulder. She says how I should be proud that we have a big house and don’t live in the slums. Proud that I’m not on the street. I’m happy for her that she likes our lifestyle, but when I was little none of that mattered to me. Back then, life was like never-ending summer. Even in the snowy days. I remember lounging in the yard, lying on my belly in the grass and watching the bugs creep through the leaves. You know, from down close it feels like a completely different world. It’s like a miniature city,.