It’s been seven weeks since I went shopping at my Barnes and Noble at Crossroads in Gulfport, Miss.
It was a Friday night and I bought a copy of Mojo Magazine’s Collectors Series: Bob Dylan 1941-1973 Revisited.
Now I’m stuck at home with the Barnes and Noble blues because of the store’s temporary closure.
Almost two months without a trip from my home. Damn Covid quarantine and self-isolation.
I miss my daily Barnes and Noble visits. The store’s Facebook page says “you can still get your books with curbside pickup through our buy online pick up in store option on bn.com, or by giving us a call at the store.”
And window displays have a similar message.
You know, I have no enthusiasm for the curb. I prefer being inside the store.
I miss lollygagging.
I miss the browsing.
I miss seeing the new book titles.
I miss seeing the new issues of magazines.
I miss the music.
I miss using Shazam to ID songs.
I miss the banter between sellers.
I miss the buzz of the cafe.
I miss the homeless.
I miss the chairs.
I missing sitting in one.
I miss the regulars.
I miss my friends.
I miss the conversations.
What about you?
Image credits: All photos by John E. Bialas, with filters from Snapseed app