This blog, published free of charge since September 2007, is a way for me to stay in touch with seasonal bookstore visitors from afar and with all customers and friends when I am closed during the winter. My annual seasonal retirement will begin this year on November 1, and I expect to be back and open again by June 2021. Meanwhile, thank you so much for following Books in Northport and for supporting Dog Ears Books.
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Thursday, April 14, 2016
One Day Too Late!
came on Wednesday and chalked an Anaïs Nin poem on the sidewalk by the
bookstore door. In honor of National Poetry Month, our little township library
was hosting an “Open Mic” night on Wednesday. I could restrain myself here and
not go into how the shortened name for microphone was ‘mike’ when I was young,
spelled the way it sounds, and how ‘mic’ looks like ‘mick’ to me, but you see
how far my self-restraint goes. The spelling, of course, does not affect the
quality of such an event, and it is to the credit of our librarians and Friends
of the Library that they plan so well.
time came to close the bookstore for the day, we had some visitors so did not
rush away. And I had to walk over to the grocery store. Then on the way home it
was only fair that Sarah should have time to run, after hours in the shop. And
when we get home, it falls to me to get dinner on the table. So after dinner, I
let David go back to Northport alone for the poetry evening (which he said was
very nice and well attended) while I lazed in the evening sun, reading short
Thursday the FedEx man came to Dog Ears Books. I see Dan, the UPS man, on a
regular basis but Jerry, the FedEx man, not so often. What was he bringing me?
It was a book of poetry from Dolan & Associates, publishers in Colorado
Springs. The book was titled Where Do Things Go? The poet was – still
is – Marcy Heidish.
opened the book at random and found a poem called “The Bakery,” and I thought, How
flipped a couple pages back and found one called “Once Upon a Time,” written
about the magic of bookstores. Suddenly I wanted to turn back the clock! I
wanted it to be Wednesday again, so I could take this book to the library and
stand up at the microphone and read to the local audience about places and
experiences familiar and important to them. A lost opportunity!
the book comes a day late for me to read from it at the library, but it is still appropriate for National Poetry
Month, so I’ll be putting a couple copies on my book order next week. (“Mud
Time” and “Spring” are poems I intend to read as soon as I finish posting this
little vignette and return to printed pages.) I’ll only take another minute now
to note that my Wayne State University Press order arrived today, which means I
have available copies of Seasonal Roads, besides the ones reserved for early