I was listening to a few comments on CBC, (your partner in subtle coercion),
they spoke of a host of Independent Book Sellers closing their doors lately
due to technology and Corporate Parasites like Indigo and Amazon….this provoked a fresh thankfulness for you.
I have filled sketch books with charcoal drawings from your store,
I have filled books of poetry, paper and pens from your store,
I have felt like Robin Hood, stealing ISBN numbers from Chapters and ordering the books through you.
At Tidewater, not only am I recognized, staff inquire about my wife, children, grandchildren and my chickens….
even to what fresh greens we have growing in our light garden. (Tell Nancy, we have two living tomatoes ripening on the vine as I write.)
It is an honour to support your business, I am thankful for your interest and untiring work tracking some of those rare titles for me
and for the character you bring to Bridge Street and our town.
I enjoy sharing my books where possible with Max and Oliver, grooming your next generation of readers.
You, Heather and staff contribute such a unique and sweet splash to my town.
I am thankful for this, I am thankful for you.
After this last storm, bask in a little appreciation.
The old curmudgeon of Fatcity,