This very book, in fact: I was antiquing in Galena, Illinois in 1993 when I ran across a used bookstore.  Now I had a thing for used bookstores, especially in the pre-and-early internet days.  My father was a voracious reader and once a month or so we would head to the Cranbury Bookworm, a wonderful old used bookstore in Cranbury, New Jersey.  It was a large three-story establishment, housed in an 1800s white clapboard house.  And it had that used bookstore smell.  Slightly musty, the air filled with the scent of aging paper.  I loved it.  Whenever I traveled, I would look for used bookstores, looking for books by some…