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		<title>By: ronnie ray jenkins</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Growing up in the hills of Pennsylvania one of my fondest memories was the noise of the loud and rickety old Bookmobile driven by a woman who volunteered to drive it, and to be the librarian. It was inside that big old step van where we could borrow a book, until the next time she came around, then trade it off for another. On the shelves staring back at me was adventure. It was in a copy of one of Jack London&#039;s books where I first read the short story, &quot;To Build A Fire.&quot; 

It was also when I discovered that as hot as the summer nights were, reading that story could make me shiver as if I was in the Arctic cold. The Bookmobile was an escape to other places, and times, and something, I will not forget.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Growing up in the hills of Pennsylvania one of my fondest memories was the noise of the loud and rickety old Bookmobile driven by a woman who volunteered to drive it, and to be the librarian. It was inside that big old step van where we could borrow a book, until the next time she came around, then trade it off for another. On the shelves staring back at me was adventure. It was in a copy of one of Jack London&#8217;s books where I first read the short story, &#8220;To Build A Fire.&#8221; </p>
<p>It was also when I discovered that as hot as the summer nights were, reading that story could make me shiver as if I was in the Arctic cold. The Bookmobile was an escape to other places, and times, and something, I will not forget.</p>
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