Coming of age in Oklahoma City wasn’t always the all-out adventure I know I tend to make it seem. Actually, more days than not, I was trying to find something constructive to do with my dwindling time. With the futuristic era of cyber-jacking info-loads onto the neural-net still about fifty or so years down the dark timeline, chances are you’d probably find me just hanging out at a bookstore.
Back in the days before Amazon, before Borders, before even Barnes and Noble, in the Metro, we only had two bookstore chains: Waldenbooks and B. Dalton, both in the various malls around town. While they were great for shoplifting copies of The Crucible for school and maybe even a Playboy for yourself, at the time, there were actually a few great independent stores around the city that usually garnered much more of my respect and even more of my cash, and are still fully deserving of my respect today.