The BookshopThe Bookshop9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I went into a bookshop today. I've lived in this town all my life, and I've never seen that store before. The proprietor was a man of middle stature, with a mysterious look about his green-gray eyes. He asked many questions besides the ordinary pleasantries. It was like he hadn't been outside of this musty bookshop all his life. I told his about who the president was, and what the year was, and the month, and what the obituaries had said in the newspaper. He responded to each of these deaths with a choice -almost personal- remark, as if he had known each and every soul who had passed away.
After the impromptu interrogation, he asked me if I