Re: “Bring us your old books (but check for weed stashes first),” column, April 26.
As I read the section in Jack Knox’s column about checking books for stray enclosures and the list of items that had been found in previous book sales, I had an “ouch” moment.
A few years ago following the book sale, I had a phone call from Jack Knox.
Yes, that Jack Knox. He asked if we had dropped off books for the sale and, yes, we had. He then went on to say that an obsolete 91ԭ passport in one of our names had been found in one of the books. I was aghast and stumbled through: “Where and when can we reclaim it?”
“Oh no,” says Jack. “It is a passport, so I will deliver it to you personally.”
Muttering my thanks, I waited for the doorbell to ring. Sure enough, Knox arrived, passport in hand. Chuckling, he related some of the unusual finds previously hidden in books, but never before a passport.
That’s our dedicated humourist, Jack Knox.
Barbara Meek
Victoria