My friends, the Hansen Family (The Las Vegas Hansens not the singing Hansons or Hansen Brothers, the fictional hockey players)… 3/4 of them: Debbie, Ty, and Laura, suggested that I might drive back to Las Vegas with them. Rather than flying, I chose the longer return trip, with the company. I cancelled my flight and my van ride, opting for a 300-mile car ride with conversation, and casual stops along the way.
Laura was hell-bent on spending a little time in Flagstaff, home of her alma mater, NAU (Northern Arizona University). We made that stop and spent the time perusing the aisles of Bookman’s Entertainment Exchange. Bookman’s is a period-piece. A time-machine of used books, CD’s, vinyl record, video, gaming software, musical instruments and more. It has an in-house coffee-house, complete with guitarist, performing Beatles music when we arrived.
The four of us roamed in different directions. I hadn’t been in a used-record/book/etc., store in a while, but I have a routine. I go to the vinyl records first and look for James Brown, Tower of Power, and other soul and jazz music.
Then I go to the parapsychology section in the used books and look for any title, written by my father. In about three minutes, I struck gold, find a copy of True Experiences in Telepathy by Martin Ebon. It had an original sales price of 60 cents.
I gleefully took the well-worn paperback to checkout and asked if they offered an ‘Author’s son’ special discount. Showing my ID, in advance, the checker gave me a smile and $1 off the $2.97 asking price. So for a buck-97, I took home the book. I probably have a copy at home, but the joy of finding the book, sharing the experience with The Hansens, and enjoying the vibe at Bookman’s was as enjoyable a casual half-hour as I’ve had in ages.
A relaxing, long drive and treasure-hunt-or-window-shopping are the kind of activities I need to do more often. What are you doing just for the fun of it, without meeting some deadline or adhering to an unnecessary schedule?
First Generation New Yorker