In Barnes & Noble, North Haven, Connecticut there was not one empty chair this afternoon. This Third Place was jam packed with people fleeing the homes they had been trapped in during Nemo and not quite sure how severe this new storm will be tomorrow.
In the cafe all tables and all seats were taken. Along the wall, all the plastic chairs were occupied. In the aisles, those benches and arm chairs were completely accounted for.
Some children were sitting on the carpet reading. After roaming the store for about 20 minutes I found a third of a bench in the science section empty. I buried myself in magazines. THE NEW YORKER had a comprehensive article on alleged mass murderer of her science colleagues Amy Bishop. THE ATLANTIC published a piece on how online dating could be killing off the notion of a committed relationship. And TRICYCLE had a provocative article "The Art of Being Wrong."
Holding a print magazine was something I hadn't done in months. Tomorrow I probably will be returning to holding a shovel in my parking lot. The man whose SUV is next to my Chevy laughed hysterically when I mentioned what we could wake up to.
I won't wish the wish you wish to wish.
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