Bookstore Adventure is what an Independent Bookstore really is. Now, I'm not talking about those huge, famous ones like The Tattered Cover in Denver, Powell's in Portland, or Politics and Prose in DC. Because they are almost like the corporate Barnes and Noble. But even those pale in comparison to what Amazon can offer. Recall … Continue reading The Indie Bookstore. Part IV
During this time of "shelter-in-place" and forced unemployment, why not take advantage and reflect upon your skills? And, prepare a résumé? Start sending them out, because this will end, and you'll want to "hit-the-ground-running". This is a great opportunity to reflect and refocus. Trust me. Phases and stages of life (according to me; and this will make … Continue reading Unemployment, skills, & the résumé
Books, bookstores, and bookshelves could certainly be a book in itself. So where and when to begin? I may be the foremost expert on the subject. Because in my life I have been a reader, builder, seller, writer, and teacher - all at a high level. When I was three my father would read to … Continue reading Books, bookstores, and bookshelves
Triggered: How the Left Thrives on Hate and Wants to Silence Us, is Donald Trump Jr.'s story. It's also mine. Because not only does the book tell his story from his perspective, but in doing that it accounts for what happened to me as I told the same story, from my perspective--an outside, independent observer … Continue reading Triggered. This might hurt.
"It's coming on Christmas, They're cuttin' down trees, They're putting up reindeer, And singing songs of joy and peace", are lyrics from 1971, Joni Mitchell's famous song "River". It's the third track on the second side of her even more famous album Blue. The picture above shows my record, an original and constant companion, as well … Continue reading Christmas comforts me
As I write this I'm listening to a playlist, "Top songs of 2019", complied by the streaming music service Spotify, emailed to me with the hook "Here's your year in music" and I couldn't resist. It said I listened to 726 songs. I'm also drinking, not down at the bar, but at my desk. Because … Continue reading Music: my love affair with
The author, Mark Edward Jabbour, age nineteen, crossing East Maroon Creek, fifty years ago today. It was August of 1969 and I was camped on the east fork, across the water from the paved road, via my 1946 Willy's Jeep. I was spear fishing wild trout. It was summer break between my freshman and sophomore … Continue reading Set yourself free