YOU KNOW YOU ARE AN ADDICT WHEN...
You brake for libraries.
You hyperventilate at the sight of an old cemetery.
You would rather browse in a cemetery than a shopping mall.
You would rather read census schedules than a good book.
You are more interested in what happened in 1697 than 1997.
Savage, Torry, and Pope are household names, but you cannot remember
what to call the dog.
You can pinpoint Harrietsham, Hawkhurst, Kent, but can't locate your
state capitol on the map.
You think every home should have a copier and a microfilm reader.
You know every register of deeds in the state by name, but they lock
the doors when they see you coming.
You store your clothes under the bed, because your closet is full of
books and papers.
All your correspondence begins "Dear Cousin".
You have traced every one of your ancestral lines back to Adam and
Eve, have it documented, and still don't want to quit.
Ain't it the truth!!!!