“Old books, nothing like it,” the store’s proprietor chuckles. “E. Nesbit seems to have the best bouquet, I think. Though I found some heady Brontës the other day in a box with old pipe tobacco. You should catch a whiff of it. It’ll knock your socks off!”
Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 27, 2013 9:17 PM
"Lost and by the wind grieved."
T.Wolfe remembers.
There was a bookstore like that in Cleveland. Kay's on Prospect Ave. In 1983 when the widow of the owner could not find a local buyer, all the books were sold to a store somewhere in the northwest (possibly Powells?). My daughter was 6 at the time. I took her there one last time and walked her through the stacks and up into the second floor where the science fiction was, though she was much too young. I prompted her to remember, look at the stacks, smell that dusty, bookish smell. Remember the cashier's station that was a raised platform. It always reminded me of a prow of a ship or the bridge of the Enterprise. Then, for weeks and months and years and to this day I will ask "do you remember Kay's?" She does. Now I have a grandson and I fear there is nowhere to take him for that magical experience.
Posted by: M*A at April 28, 2013 6:21 AMThings lost to the sands of time.
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