Imagine my delight when I keyed in Homer Flint and found one of his books. Why does this matter so much to me? Well, Homer was my grandfather. Born Homer Eon Flindt, he dropped the 'd' when he started writing in in about 1918 because the family is German and that wasn't a good time to be associated with the Germans. For the record, Grandpa's writing career was tragically cut short when my mother was six and his life ended at the bottom of a canyon. Dead at age 34,he was never able to explain what happened on that lonely road. Either it was an accident or he was murdered.
But his writing endures.
p.s. And I have the origional typed manuscript.