About a year ago, I stumbled upon a used book store on Lincoln Avenue in Chicago. I even put something about it in this space, because it was just the type the world needs more of.
I spent an hour navigating the narrow aisles, wondering how some of the books could possibly be reached, and thinking about coming back at another time to look for even more bound treasures than the one I bought.
In the time since then, it almost goes without saying that I never went back. The circumstances which led me to the shop in the first place never repeated themselves, and I didn’t make a special trip there, either.
The news that the place is relocating to another place in Chicago was better than the alternative of shutting down. We need all the funky bookstores we can get.