Sorry to have left you high and dry like that my Firehouse friends. I was out of town again. Justin made a valiant attempt to write to you, but alas, it was not to be.
I know it's not Thursday but since it's been a while I figured I would post
a little something for you all.
This past week I was away in Boston, for work, not for pleasure, but did
have quite a bit of fun. My coworkers and I had our evenings free and we used
this time to get out and explore the city. I did have one place I had planned
to visit even before we left. Justin told me about Trident Bookstore and lucky
for me the shop was only a few blocks from my hotel.
Our first night in town we found ourselves walking down Newbury Street. It
was lined with shops and restaurants, all a little highbrow for our taste but
lovely to look at. We were on the hunt for a place to eat but as a dear uncle
of mine once said, "The only thing better than finding what you’re looking
for is finding something you weren't looking for at a great bargin." And
that is just what happened.
Suddenly, shinning in the light of the slowly setting sun, the Raven
Bookstore sign captured my gaze.
There was a brief moment where I thought I had the strength to walk by
without going in, much less buying anything. But then I caught sight of their
outdoor book cart and table and I ran down the stairs to investigate.
To cut right to the chase, I ended up walking out with three books. After
that little episode of no self control, I decided we should visit Trident on a
different night. It's good to pace yourself.
The next day, after all the sessions had let out, my brother and I ventured
back into the city to find Trident Bookstore. David (my brother) never saw the
inside of Trident. He ditched me for the Brazilian Ju Jitzu center right below
the bookstore. In retrospect that was probably a good thing. I'm sure many of
you can relate to that nagging relative or friend you drag into a bookstore.
"You're taking forever!" they wail. "There are a lot of
books!" you reply. So annoying!
I perused the shelves, feeling very much like I was back at Old Firehouse after
it had had a serious makeover. Many of the books on their shelves I see several
times a week already, but here I had to work even harder not to grab them all
off the shelf. I behaved myself though and only walked out with one book.
Why am I telling you all this? Well, you've heard it from us before:
shopping local is very important! Not just to the store you’re buying from but
to your whole community, wherever that might be. Old Firehouse sells to many
people that are just visiting Fort Collins, and we appreciate their business
So next time you're out of town be sure to shop local. Just because it isn't
your local doesn't mean it is any less deserving of your support. We could all
stand to help each other out more. The world would be a much better place if we