On being the weird kid
I was a weird kid. And truthfully, though I have learned how to behave (sort of), I still kind of feel like a weird adult. (I prefer eccentric, but for the dramatic effect, we will go with weird.) Does reading make you weird or do you read because you're already weird? I don’t know. But I do know that as a reader, I always felt on the outside of the material world, but normal within my real world of books. In the early 70s, at David Wicks preschool in the All Saints Episcopal Church in Corpus Christi Texas, only two...
Päntsdrunk: Drinking at Home. Alone. In Your Underwear.
Man, you must be brave. Or crazy.
A few customers come into the shop, shake their heads, and say, “Man, are you brave. I want to shake the hand of someone brave enough to open a bookstore.”
Why did you do it, they want to know. The answer is...I didn’t intend to. Not really.