A brief sidestep from my usual fare. Nothing like an infomercial, right? I did, however, have this experience while traveling.
Since my story "My Parents' Worth" was published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Tough Times, Tough People, I've taken up the habit of popping in to bookstores just to see if the book is there. The first time I had the opportunity to do this was a couple of weeks ago in the Atlanta airport. Sure enough, the bookstore had its obligatory two copies, both turned so that the not-so-slender binding was showing. I turned the book around (you're welcome, Chicken Soup). OK, then I bought one of the copies. Give me a break. It was the first time I'd found something I'd written in a bookstore.
The gift shop in the Nashville airport had eight copies. That felt good.
The best feeling, however, came as I was leaving the U.S. (again via Atlanta). The bookshop Simply Books near my gate had the book in the New Releases at the front of the store. If you look closely, you'll see I'm bumping bindings with Dan Brown. Should this make me feel good or bad?
I must be off,