11 January 2004
Paths that cross yet again
Now that I've moved into the middle of town, the store is only a mile from me, so I figured the least I could do was reacquaint myself with its combination of virtues and quirks (it's the last independent bookseller in the state with anything resembling an extensive inventory; the books are shelved literally up to the ceiling, which means either eyestrain or summoning a staff member more often than you would in one of the chains; its owner is running for Mayor).
This afternoon, I did have to have one book procured for me, though this was due to my failure to comprehend the filing system who would have thought that a personal memoir might be filed under "Biography"? and I spent rather a lot of the time swapping stories with an old friend.
Kurt "Captain And" Lochner, like me (and like author Brian A. Hopkins and occasional reader/commenter/philosopher W. Terkish Payne) a member of the old Lair Security, Inc. BBS Überclique back in the day, caught me just south of the north entrance. Neither one of us believed it at first. We traded information on where the others had gone unsurprisingly, he'd kept closer tabs than had I and made fun of losers. It was quite an experience, especially since both of us seemed to look better than we used to. (Take that, entropy!)
Now I wonder who will pop up next time I'm in the store.