|Rockmount Ranch Wear, Denver|
I first came to Colorado in the early seventies, fell in love with the mountains, and camped out here during the late summer for many years. Lowell Thomas said it best, “I come to the Rockies to recharge my batteries.”
I stopped my pilgrimages a half dozen years or so later when I found a farm back east that sparked the sort of feelings I had for a place I knew near Golden, Colorado. A home away from home, so to speak. Then I discovered Greece and all bets were off.
BUY BOOKS. And I mean the printed kind. And I don’t care whose they are, as long as you buy at least one hardcover or two trade paperbacks a month from your local independent bookstore. That is, if you still want to see them around your neighborhood this time next year. These days, I’d be surprised if most independents don’t qualify for not-for-profit status.
They’re battling not only the e-book frenzy and a no disposable income for books economy, but landlords looking for more. Yes, the stories I’ve heard over these last few weeks are anecdotal, but considering the size of the bookselling community, two or three stories here and another few there begin to add up to a groundswell of evidence.
|Baked by Murder By The Book, Denver|
|Brown Palace Hotel, Denver|
I still tipped him.
Jeff — Saturday