July 26, 2011
To quote Otis, "I can't quit you baby".
I'm heading off to my old haunt, Borders, to help out as they are closing their magnificent doors soon. I think Adam thinks I'm nuts. I stopped in yesterday and wanted to gather all my old coworkers into my arms and submit to my Mother instinct to protect them all from the vultures. I paused to flip through a mass market in mystery and breathed in the intoxicating scent of its pages while assisting a faithful customer (i.e. non-vulture). She smiled at me, looked frantic and teared up. She understood the nostalgic ambrosia I was enjoying amid chaos.
She got it.
And so today I hope to buffer my dear friends from 2 or 3 insensitive, inhumane bargain hunters. I humbley (sp?) offer my assistance to those beautiful souls struggling to get through this process of "walking the plank".
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