It was March 2019. A young woman had pretty much talked her way into a job at the used bookstore the day before... Read More

It was an anonymous post-it on my door. One of a couple dozen or so that get taped up there every week... Read More

Crossing the Bar... The sunrise continues to run north along the horizon... What follows are some very brief vignettes—old and new... Read More

It is 2019. The bookseller was no longer young. That had been long ago. And he was now alone. Priscilla had passed away... Read More

April in Paris—1 was last week's book story. It ends with my exhausted body falling into bed on Thursday night April 11, 2019... Read More

We made our semi-annual pickup at the Arlington Virginia Library on Tuesday. Well, the first pickup. Two vans. Four guys... Read More