When giants fall

The Borders near my house is dying a slow death.

Nobody's straightening the shelves anymore, they don't have enough people on, and the two books I wanted that should've been in stock weren't.

It's like visiting a sick relative at a nursing home.

I love this Borders. When I finished my grad degree and listened to everyone telling me there were no jobs for teachers, I applied. The woman who did the interview was great. We started talking about books and then started talking about the Romanovs. I can't remember the last time I talked about them.

She called me the day after my school offered me a position. When I told her, she sounded sincerely happy for me.

I don't know when the store will finally close its doors. Going there is spooky, and I'm selfish enough to admit that it's not a great book-buying experience anymore.

I'm going to miss it.