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bookworm

If there’s one thing in this world that I’ve been smitten with permanently, from the very first second, it’s  book stores.    For as long as I can remember I’ve always been quite a compulsive bookworm.   I can’t remember my very first specific trip to a book store but I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed that environment.  borders1When I was still living in Lindenhurst, I frequently went to the Barnes and Noble at one of the local shopping centers on Sunrise Highway in Massapequa, and the Borders at a shopping center on Route 11o in Farmingdale.    Then when I lived in Wyoming, I spent a lot of time at one of the Barnes and Nobles in Wilkes Barre too.    The one in the Hub was much easier to get to than the one on Main Street.    I ended up absolutely desperately needing a discount card for each store because of my having always compulsively bought books there.   Unfortunately Borders went bankrupt and closed down a few years ago.   I’ve always considered it the best of book stores.   It’s especially nice to know that each book stores now has a little concession stand in it where a customer can relax and get coffee or something to eat.   The only catch is that they always seem to be Starbucks, a company I’ve never liked.     For quite a while at the Wilkes Barre Barnes and Noble I went there, usually on Sundays, to check out their video department so I can get some interesting DVD’s.     Besides that, though, I made sure I also got very many books.   Having majored in literature, in college, I really like to make sure I pay very close attention when I go to a book store, in order to try to find any really interesting things to read.   It’s hard to find obscure things in just any book store, even the very best of them.   Borders always seemed to have the best selection of obscure reading material.    One weekend, a few months ago, Mary Anne, Steve and I spent a  couple of days in Manhattan.   On the first day Mary Anne and Joel were at a meeting for quite a while.   In order to keep busy I went to the nearby Barnes and Noble that’s affiliated with New York University.   Because it’s a college book store I was quite favorably impressed with their selection.   If I ever lived closer to there, I’d be at that store constantly.    I’m also on the mailing lists of a few Catholic book publishers.   That’s another way for me to keep aware of all sorts of obscure writers.   Because of my educational discipline, and my interest in Catholicism and western culture, I have all sorts of interests and always try to find the collected works of quite a wide varieties of authors.   It’s hard to track them down, though, in the average book store.   Lately I often read things online.    Right now I’m  re reading Jane Austen’s “Mansfield Park” on a literature site.    In a way it’s just as good as reading a real book but it’s just not the same.   There’s nothing so interesting as being able to visit a real book store and to buy a real book.

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two seriously intense trips to manhattan

One weekend last month Steve, Mary Anne and I made two consecutive trips to Manhattan, one on Friday and one on Saturday.     On Friday at around noon, Mary Anne and I took the Long Island Railroad into Penn Station.      After a brief subway ride we met Joel.    We three got something to eat at a small local diner.   After we finished I, always having been such a compulsive bookworm,  went over to N.Y.U.’s nearby college bookstore to hang around while they had an important meeting with someone they were supposed to see.    Later we met Steve who joined us after his having gotten out of work.      Then there was yet another meeting with an architect and his friend,  a Jewish woman from Canada, who owns the company that’s in charge of the circumstances they were involved with.     After it was all over we visited Joel and his wife Andy at their apartment.      After a while Mary Anne, Steve and I went to Lincoln Center to see a production of  Giacomo Puccini’s opera “Madama Butterfly”.     I have several opera C.D’s but  unfortunately I can’t even remember the last time I saw an opera.     Steve got the tickets from his friend, Father John Mullen, S.J., whom I accidentally met while on line at Lincoln Center’s men’s room, when he asked about my St. Peter’s Prep sweatshirt.    Because I’ve never felt comfortable among strangers  I sort of expected to have a hard time getting used to having to deal with all the new people but it didn’t bother me so much.   I was entirely worn out by the end of the night though because of all the trains and subways, combined with the seemingly incessant walking.    Because it had been quite a long time since my last subway ride, I had forgotten how nightmarishly cramped and uncomfortable they are.   By the time the night finally ended, we had been subjected to a full thirteen hours worth of all this activity.   On top of everything else, on our way back to Long Beach, a woman on the train threw up in the car we were in.     The next day there was yet another trip to Manhattan  and we all went to a play in Greenwich Village.   That time we drove.    We left at around 6:00 p.m.      We saw  “East Towards Home”, Billy Yalowitz’ story of the life and times of folk singer and musician Woody Guthrie, told from the point of view of a young man growing up in a radical left wing Jewish socialist environment.   It’s set in the 1960’s and 1970’s.    Of course we all know about my notoriously  intense lifelong opposition to both liberalism and socialism.   I thoroughly enjoyed the music though.    Mark and Laura, and Mary Anne’s friend Lisa, were there with us.    After the play we all went to a really nice Indian restaurant.    As with Friday’s trip I was yet again forced to deal with many strangers and a lot of walking but I somehow made it.   At least on Saturday the day started much later and we didn’thave to be bothered with public transportation.   

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