I'm no indie bookstore evangelist. You can't beat the selection/coffee/magazine rack of a big box retailer. But if you're lucky enough to leave in a tightly packed urban area, an indie bookstore can support itself just fine on readers in its general vicinity and used book sales (and occasionally remind you that it is run by a human).
But it is frustrating when it's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, everyone you know in Brooklyn is sick (including the wife, who is laid up with the flu you gave her), and daddy wants a taste. No chance in hell of B&N having (or ordering) that.
Editor's note: I think I'm just going to giving any post that concerns alcohol the "Kingsley Amis" tag.
A daddy blog.