My mind drifted from the book I was reading as I thought about Paris in those days and how much the music had changed. I went to where the Beatles were, looking for something. When I found it, I examined the photographs closely until I saw a double-decker bus. Peering closer, I recognized the white automobile.
I paid a visit to the manufacturer and found out what they wanted. And that reminded me of the game that my friend who lives in Georgia plays professionally. I thought I might find him at the organization he’d joined.
While there, I browsed from room to room until I stumbled upon a veritable museum of their history. I was interested in the events that might have occured the same year that Plymouth introduced its first V8 engine. Investigating, I saw who won the award that year and where he had worked. Naturally, I felt the need to go there.
Carefully avoiding knockoffs and me-toos, I persevered until I found the right place and saw who owned it back then. Ah! Interesting name! I began to hum a familiar ditty, which took me by surprise especially considering the book I was reading.
You do know who wrote the book I was reading, right?