HOW YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN ADDICTED GENEALOGIST You're addicted... * ...when you brake for libraries; * ...if you get locked in a library overnight and you never even notice; * ...when you hyperventilate at the sight of an old cemetery; * ...if you'd rather browse in a cemetery than a shopping mall; * ...when you think every home should have a microfilm reader; * ...if you'd rather read census schedules than a good book; * ...when you know every town clerk in your state by name; * ...if town clerks lock the doors when they see you coming; * ...when you're more interested in what happened in 1697 than 1997; * ...if you store your clothes under the bed and your closet is carefully stacked with notebooks and journals; * ...if you can pinpoint Harrietsham, Hawkhurst and Kent on a map of England, but can't locate Topeka, Kansas; * ...when all your correspondence begins, "Dear Cousin"; * ...if you've traced every one of your ancestral lines back to Adam and Eve, have it all fully documented, and still don't want to quit.