Recently I was in a library. You know the scene. Paper rustling, old cushioned chairs, an indestructible rug, hushed voices, overhead air blowing, throats clearing, necks cracking, lots of wooden shelves and cubbies and tables, pale-faced librarians smiling shhhhh. I was going to go to Starbucks but then the library beckoned. There wasn’t green iced teaContinue reading “Love Hurts”
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Something Wicked This Way Comes
I’ve seen the future and it looks like Ray Bradbury. The books are gone. It happened slowly I guess, but I wasn’t watching, at least not close enough. Then Saturday night, out for my usual romping good time in the bookstore after dark, I walked into a Borders. Signs were plastered all over the windows withContinue reading “Something Wicked This Way Comes”
In the Chair 