By the end of the month. Closing. Not relocating. Closing.
Now I’ll be reduced to lunches at McWi-Fi or Wendy’s. And where will I go on Saturday mornings? When Megan and Chris took this place over several years ago, turning it from an otherwise bland and perfunctory mere bookstore into one of my favorite and most comfortable writing spots by adding a café with treats and coffee served up by the friendly (& fetching) Megan, I figured I had myself all set for a writing space that would last into my retirement. I figured I’d be coming in once or twice a week forever, coming in most Saturdays to write about the (other) “geezers” who had become my favorite journal subjects, figured that eventually some other writer would be coming in to write about me, the geezer s/he always sees tapping away at the keys in the bookstore’s café.
No. None of that. Closing. Moving. Gone, by the end of the month.