At Least You Know They Read

My local Barnes & Noble is turning out to have a singles scene. In addition to two late teen girls having an evening out together, and some couples having Starbucks coffee, there were a couple of single guys apparently in search of female companionship. We discussed, briefly, tonight's lunar eclipse, which seemed like a crescent moon with a dark orange disk when I left the house around 7, but was down to a black nibble in the one-two o'clock area of the full moon by 8.

About the teen girls: they reminded me of a favorite line from Sula: "We was girls together." Sitting there with my friend, both of us with histories of broken relationships and friendships that ran aground, & seeing the two teenagers, well, it was kind of nice, I thought, to look back. It also reminded me of dragging a friend to one of the revival theaters in NYC to see Grand Illusion, then discussing it afterward, along with boys, makeup, homework and whatever else.

About meeting people there: At least you know they read, as opposed to meeting them in bars, where all you know is that they drink.

Tonight's list of purchases: Hocus Pocus, The Wall of the Sky, The Wall of the Eye, The Sorrows of Young Werther (couldn't resist at $5.95) and Women of the World Acoustic.