Wouldn’t you know it? I was expecting my new follow focus today, but I had to run out for a bit around lunchtime. Naturally the mail carrier, who never comes until mid-afternoon, was early today with my signature-required package. So it was off to the Post Office to retrieve it.
There’s a little intersection where I turn, the one with the Welcome to Blaine sign. You know the place, right? Nothing on two corners, a Shell station on one, and a funky little structure on the other? Yeah, that funky structure. Does it still have a windmill on it, so that it looks like it had been transported via cartoon from Holland? I didn’t notice. I remember when I moved here it was some sort of souvenir/Duty Free shop. It was vacant for a bit, and I seem to recall there was a fire there sometime. It was a place that I barely noticed, even though it was trying hard to be.
Being a gloomy day off the Strait of Georgia, or the Salish Sea as the area is now called, the red neon OPEN sign caught my eye. Well, look at that. It’s a used-book shop. I stopped in for the first time in the six years I’ve been here, and picked out five books; three Heinlein, a Clarke, and an Asimov. For a dollar each. Not bad at all.
The thing is, who drives on that road? Locals. Generally, the locals don’t seem to strike me as the used-book type. There are a lot of oldsters and a lot of blue-collar workers, and not to many younger people or older ‘scholarly-looking’ people like I saw in L.A. or like I see in Bellingham. But who knows? Maybe the retirees are voracious readers, and the workers carry a bit of light literature with them to the refinery or wherever. You can’t tell a book by its cover, right?
But still… It’s not really a high-traffic road. I wonder how long the book shop will last?