There's not that much demand for stuff like this - it boils down to someone wanting a specific title. So now here I go with yet another boring story, this one about a book.
When I was a kid, I got hold of Skin Diving Made Easy and read this thing cover to cover. I had already been diving for a while but in crappy, murky, cold New England waters. Plus I was nearsighted and had finally got one of those suction cup lens holder doodads for my mask, although the water was still cold - ice diving with a 3/8" wetsuit in Candlewood Lake in Connecticut, murky - solo diving in a quarry in Torrington, CT, although the water cleared up at 40' except a tree down there grabbed me and I was by myself.
I was working in the late '80's on Oahu for Vehon Diving Ventures in Hawaii Kai when the owner, who we affectionately referred to as "Lumpy" because of his hernia, hired this old man for some unknown reason, maybe just to break mis bollas once again to prove that he was the boss. He did this every now and then to demonstrate his power. His last hire before I quit to go back to the computer biz lead to a combined FBI/HPD SWAT assault on the store to remove his new employee. I guess the guy didn't check the box where it asked if you wrote bad checks and then robbed the banks where they failed to cash your rubber checks. It's easy to miss I guess. That was a fun day.
Ok, so now I have this old guy hired as a tank pumper. Since he's an old man and can't lift too much, I have to hump all the tanks pretty much after 11am since he's tired and I don't want him to die on my watch.
I have to be honest and say that I was a more than a little pissed here since I drove the boat mornings and afternoons or dived 4 times per day if Don drove. I need help in the back pumping tanks, especially when the commercial accounts like John Fredericks and ah.......Cathy showed up with ten zillion tanks at 4pm.
The other mainstay of the shop was The Large One, also known as El Puerco. He just was, and there was no changing him.
It probably took two weeks before I warmed to the old guy a little - most of the new hires were gone in a day or two. Historically, I was THE only employee to actually resign and not quit or be fired. Don took that one hard.
So one day I'm talking with this old guy - his name was Gene. Nice guy. Lots of stories. And maybe on the third day, I realized that this was Gene Tinker who had written the book that changed my life - yes, Gene had written Skin Diving Made Easy with the editors of Skin Diver Magazine.
I sat there recalling each page from memory, especially pages 45, 165, and 172 (babe shots!) and I hadn't seen the book for maybe 25 years at that point.
I don't know what happened to Gene or Don, but I found a copy of his book on Amazon and it was worth $15 to me.
Try listing your stuff on there. Maybe there's some itinerant out there looking for it.