Practicalmadness

You gotta love secondhand bookstores. (No, you don't understand -- you gotta. I command it.) Having discovered what it takes to get us off a Clark Bus before our stop -- "ALL COOKBOOKS 50% OFF" -- we went into the Bookman's Corner, which is perhaps the world's most disorderly bookshop. Books are strewn everywhere. In fact, they comprise 60% of the proprietor's furniture.

His credit card imprinter (yes, he still uses an imprinter) sits on top of a huge pile of books, right next to his more modern credit card terminal which also sits atop a huge pile of books. His work table is missing a leg, but not to worry -- we have books for that too. (Mostly remaindered, large print John Grisham, but that may just be wishful thinking.)

Today it was too warm for much extreme browsing, but we still made it out with a Frugal Gourmet cookbook ($2.50), a coffee handbook (which is probably not as nice as my bible, Coffee Basics, but it was 50 cents), Hello, He Lied by movie producer Lynda Obst ($3) and Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics, a book about how polls are used to artificially shape public opinion. This book was published in the late 1970s, so one can only assume the author has now either moved to a remote mountain cabin, shot himself in the head, or shot others in the head and is now locked away safely somewhere.