Great! Now what am I going to do? One of my favorite haunts has closed its doors for good and I’m left holding the proverbial bag. Yup, I’m sorry to say that is going out of business.
How could they do this to me? They’re ruining my vacation!
You’re probably thinking I’m being self-centered; that this isn’t really about me or my feelings; that this is about the sad, ill-fated demise of a high quality retail bookseller that has been in business for forty years and how it will affect their employees, their vendors and the communities which they once served. That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it?
Well, you couldn’t be more wrong! It is about me! It’s always about me! In this instance it’s about my loss of yet another fine purveyor of caffeinated beverages; highly caffeinated beverages. It’s about shot after shot of warm, earthy espresso sliding down my gullet, coursing through my veins, inspiring me to feats of literary magnificence I had never thought possible.
First it was the ; my caffeine recharging location half way between my house in Easton and the Mansfield Borders store. They’re shut down! Out of Business! And now Borders!
Oh, my caffeine! My beautiful caffeine! What shall I do now? From whence cometh my inspiration!
Oh! I guess I could go to Starbucks. Yuh, Starbucks will do just fine. After all, Starbucks is exactly like Borders, but without the books. Yuh, that works for me. I feel much better now.
Whenever I write something as convoluted as what you’ve just read; I picture a newbie; someone reading my column for the first time; someone who doesn’t yet know me or understand the quasi-cynical tongue-in-cheek style with which I engage my readers. To those of you for whom this column is your indoctrination to the bizarre world of – I’m kidding!
Oh, and newbies; a very important point. You have to click on the links! How are you going to get the full gist of my thought process if you don’t click on the links?
Links? Qué es links? Baffled? Stumped? Perplexed? Perhaps I can be of assistance.
One of these things is not like the others. One of these things is not quite the same. Do you see the text that’s in blue? Why did you think it was there? Did you think I was just trying to make my writing prettier? Did you think I was moonlighting as an interior decorator? Those are links. They’ll take you to magical places. Places you’ve never imagined.
Now, put your curser over the pretty, little blue letters, aka the link, and click on the !@%$#%@ thing for crying out loud!
Sorry for snapping at you. I’m a little shaky right now. The mere thought of losing my caffeinating station at Borders has sent me in to a bit of tizzy; a bit of withdrawal if you will. It’s not your fault, really. It’s me. Like I told you before; it’s always about me.
If you follow my writings, you know We started with a week in and then drove up to
I always take a book or two to read on vacation and this year was no exception. Even though my grandson, Logan, was going to be with us, I figured I’d have plenty of quiet time to relax with my books. Well, that didn’t work out quite as I’d expected, but I did manage to get in some reading time.
This year my books of choice were Do The Work by Steven Pressfield, which I never opened, and 1984, the George Orwell classic. I’d read 1984 many years ago in , but didn’t remember much other than it was about a society ruled by an oligarchical dictatorship where the individual was subordinated to the state.
As a teenager, I’m sure I breezed quickly through the pages of this classic tale never absorbing much of anything. I read it purely because I had to; because it was assigned reading. I had no clue what the story was about, nor did I care, nor would I have ever believed that the circumstances about which Orwell wrote could have ever become reality.
But given the state of our country and moreover, our world; I felt led to read it again. I must tell you; the story is worrisome at the least, if not terrifying. I don’t know if 1984 is mandatory reading in our today, but it should be; if only to demonstrate what can happen if we are not vigilant in safeguarding our freedoms.
That’s my contribution for this week. I’m off to dinner with my wife and Logan. Hopefully, I’ll have a chance to stop off at The Met Coffee House and Fine Art Gallery, but who really cares about the fine art? Give me the coffee! This place is incredible! Two stories and six (or was it seven) rooms of super-caffeinated enjoyment – and a great place to read. Leave it to me to sniff out the best coffee joint in the state of New Hampshire.
If only we had a place like that around here! Maybe they could open up a place in the old Borders store. Hey! When are they leaving anyway!
Make it a great week!
Bob Havey is a freelance writer and a Mansfield native, currently living in Easton. His column "Take Me Back" appears each Friday at http://mansfield-ma.patch.com and his column, "The View From Here", may be seen each Tuesday at http://easton-ma.patch.com.