This one isn’t necessarily a call to arms or an advice offering like my last few posts; it is merely a retelling of an experience.
This past week, I took a trip to Breckenridge, Colorado. For those of you who have no idea about this fine community, it’s pretty much Park City, Utah with more cannabis and with less Sundance Festival. It’s full of coffee shops, clothing stores, cookie sandwiches costing $4.20 each (tee hee) and restaurants all independently run by locals. And it’s a lot colder than where I live.
But the best part of the city’s independent Main St. was “Ole Man Berkins,” a used bookstore hidden between two groups of buildings.
Before visiting this store, I didn’t understand what all the hype was about “supporting independent bookstores.” I had seen a LOT of WordPress posts about it, but I just thought they were the musings of weirdo hippies with a vendetta against Barnes & Noble. Now I am one of these weirdo hippies because of this awesome store.
This dang store, unlike the “independent” bookstores where I live, had a huge variety of books available. They had regular fiction, irregular fiction, nonfiction, textbooks, children’s books, you name it, they had it! They even had records!
Yes, records! The place was also a record store.
They had classic vinyl LPs, 45s, 45 adaptors (which are found pretty much nowhere nowadays), and even 8-tracks (not even my parents owned these).
Long story short, I ended up spending a lot of money.
Thank you, Ole Man Berkins; if it weren’t for you, I would have continued to harbor contempt for used book stores (since my city only has crappy ones), would not have had the advice necessary to pick out some awesome books and records, and would not have learned the catchphrase, “Kill your Kindle” (which would make a really cool hashtag if I were into that sort of thing).
The moral of my experience is this: give independents a chance.
-T
P.S. And kill your Kindle!