Set the Irony on High
I went to the writers room, and then I went to starbucks.
On the way I passed by the BN on astor place, and a big poster was in the window. It said they were closing. CLOSING!
They were doing so well. There was always book signings, and readings, and people lots of people. It wasn’t as packed as the one in Union Square but there was always a sufficient amount there.
I usually laugh when a big Corp closes up something (yes I know who I work for, and yes I know I mentioned I went to Starbucks both are nessicities). It’s usually out of spite, and a sign that things aren’t always rosy in their magic kingdom.
This time it was different. I loved that BN. I loved the wooden floors in the top floor. I loved that there was room to sit around and read.
It was different from the other BNs. This one felt like the neighborhood bookshop, with more room. Yeah there is the strand, and I love it for the bargains. But I loved this one for those lazy afternoons, or breaks for a long day in the WR.
God, I had so much history there. I remember when I was pretty much a bum I would go up there, and warm myself up in the steam heat. With a cup of coffee, and dream of better days.
When I got back into school, I bought my books there. I used it as a meeting place. I auditioned potential girlfriends there. After eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, I was convinced I would meet a Clem of my own in that particular store.
Yes, yes I know. Impressionable, impressionable, impressionable.
I wouldn’t be so bad about it, if like a mom and pop huge bookstore went up in its stead. But we all know what’s going to happen, it’ll probably be used as some yuppie superstore.
Well time to find a new spot.
