Thinking about Jim’s column about generations and defining events, and measuring my own life experience against it, I realized that almost all of my memories that I think of as ‘defining events’ are about books, comics, and most especially, book STORES. There was one bookstore in particular… sadly, long gone now, but I’ve never forgotten it.
We journey to the tiny seaside town of Edmonds in search of indie theatre, fine dining, and, of course, books.
In which Julie and I travel out of town to dine out at a moderately famous restaurant and attend a local theatrical production.
Although we were forced to spend most of our allotted vacation budget on the car, we ALSO were forced — sort of– to take a fun overnight trip around the Olympic Peninsula. And we found some cool stuff along the way.
As a sort of a follow-up to Greg Hatcher’s bookscouting column last February, here’s a little more about a wonderful antique store in Salem that he missed on his visit.
Wrapping up the Oregon trip, in which we discover new favorite bookstores and stumble upon rarities in the oddest places. Also, cats.
In which we investigate various thrift stores and bookshops in the Willamette Valley along the old Highway 99E in Oregon, and come up with some cool stuff.