Byzantium's Shores: chronicling the misadventures of an overalls-clad hippie

I only had four dollars in my pocket when I went to the public library today, which could be either a good thing or a bad thing. They were having a book sale, and this one was a good one. Library book sales are a "feast-or-famine" proposition, and this one's definitely a "feast". I'll probably go back before it ends. Today I picked up the first volume of Solzhenitsyn's The Gulag Archipelago (which I have wanted to read for years) and Walter Cronkite's A Reporter's Life. (The biggest table, of course, was loaded with Harlequin romances; and there were lots of outdated computer books from Those Ancient Days of Yore....1998.)