As One Door Closes – – –

Jack’s weekly (kind of) guest post –

I have to admit that the sudden closure of the iconic ‘Mutual Pharmacy and Diner’ which features in The Little Bookstore, and in Adriana Trigiana’s Big Stone Gap series of novels, was a severe shock to everyone in our community. Wendy and I believe in places like that and so it hit us particularly hard. The fact that it was bought out by a well known national pharmacy chain (which probably needs to remain nameless, but is the only one in BSG) only makes it more poignant. Of course we are glad that said chain is re-employing some of the staff, but there’s a suspicion that it was all about removing competition.

But nothing lasts for ever, and that brings me to another point. Small towns have a USP (OK – I have an MBA so I’m allowed to mention a Unique Selling Point) and that is easily experienced, but very hard to define. It’s a mixture of architecture, culture, personality/character, position, dynamic and history (at least). Big Stone Gap has all of that in abundance, so I am optimistic about its future despite the closure of ‘The Mutual’.

Something else that the ‘Gap’ has is a growing number of people who realize that waiting for one of the existing established organizations to do ‘it’ for them is not necessarily a recipe for success. When Wendy and I travel around the country to other small towns we continually see that the thriving ones are that way because enough people just got together and did something. Sometimes that is centered on a business, but just as often it will be a farmers’ market, or a community yard sale.

Today I was doing my normal quick trawl through FaceBook and saw a post announcing that Bob’s Market and Family Drug was having a re-opening event. This is another long established local business. Bob has retired and everyone thought that was another one gone. But, no! New owners have taken over and are rarin’ to go – that’s great!

So, what’s the message?

All communities change and develop – sometimes much loved landmarks go; but sometimes enthusiasts like the new owners of Bob’s Market and Family Drug arrive on the scene. Their timing, in this case, was spot on! So to David Adkins, Kara Goins Adkins and Rick Mullins, I can only give the traditional Scottish well-wish: Lang may yir lum reek!

 

For more on the background to this post check out our friend Amy Clark’s op-ed piece in a recent edition of the NY Times – http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/03/opinion/appalachian-hope-and-heartbreak.html?

The Collective Noun for Booksellers

angelicThis time last week I was hanging with friends who own a bookstore in Eureka (MariaJoseph Books). I mentioned to Angelic that after the signing and dance workshop (yeah, you heard me) I wanted to swing by another bookstore on the way home, one BSR used books in Granite City, Illinois, because their owner Bruce Campbell had taken a shine to one of our foster cats, Hazel, and friended us on FB.

Angelic laughed. “I know Bruce. He and Joe (Angelic’s husband) met at Pudd’nHead when they closed. They were both scavenging shelves.”

Pudd’nHead was a lovely bookstore in Webster Groves. It closed last year–a real loss for WG’s charming downtown area. So Angelic and Joe decided to drive out with us.

What is the collective noun for booksellers, anyway? A gathering of booksellers? A set of booksellers? A Dickens of booksellers?

We had let Bruce know we were coming; his wife Stacie took one look at us walking in the door, and said, “You’re Wendy, right?”

(I keep forgetting my picture is on the jacket flap of Little Bookstore. When people I’ve not met recognize me, I’m startled and think they’re psychic.)bevy of booksellers

Bruce had gotten trapped doing an errand, but Stacie and Angelic and I moved up and down the aisles of their store, discussing pricing issues, stock turnover, and cat occupancy levels. Jack said the energy crackling around us could have powered Los Angeles for three days.

An empowerment of booksellers? A haven of booksellers?  A binding of booksellers?

willyBSR also has a literary bunny – the first I’ve seen besides my agent Pamela’s Louise. While Louise is something of a Manhattan sophisticate, BSR’s Willy was… more outgoing. He raced up and down and then tried to pounce me in a male sort of way.

As Angelic, Stacie and I agreed, when ya got it, ya flaunt it.

A Trollope of booksellers? A Steel of booksellers?

ivy shelvesJack took some photos as Angelic, Stacie and I talked a blue streak, ambling the stock. BSR’s story was like ours: out of work in a bad economy, they had $250 in savings. They piled their book collection together, bought an entire inventory of metal shelves and bookends from a closing store for $200, set their prices as $2.50 paperback, $5 hardback, and threw open their doors with one month’s rent between them and failure (the last of a final paycheck from a former job).

That was 2010. I admired their bookends, and Stacie gave me a dozen.

A generosity of booksellers? A cooperation of booksellers?

We compared notes on how we’d solved those pesky early-years economic problems–like eating or paying light bills–and talked about favorite customers. It was one of Stacie’s who’d come in waving Little Bookstore, saying “You must have read it, ’cause this is how you got started, right?! Did you write this under another name?”

A stealth of booksellers?

While we were there, another bookstore owner called, LuAnn from Afterwords Books in Edwardsville, Illinois. She’d read on FB that we were nearby and wanted us to come on up.  Afterwords had a very difficult time moving lock, stock, and shelving in 2012, and we’d befriended LuAnn in the midst of it. We couldn’t this trip, but we’ve made plans to when Jack heads to Colorado in October for his annual Prison Visiting Service Conference.ivy reading

So, the bookstore is dead, you say? Amazon rules–and we all must play by theirs? Dog eat dog (or cat eat cat) and devil take the hindmost?

Ha. God bless the local entrepreneur who fights fire with water. We fly below the radar, offering Amazon price matching plans, doing good in our communities, anchoring our downtown districts, holding open our doors against the Goliath box stores by using REAL customer service and gentle, name-remembering welcomes instead of professional greeters.

A blessing of booksellers?

And God doubly bless the people like Stacie and Bruce, Angelic and Joe, Lou Ann, Larry Bowen out in Rolla, Missouri, and yes, Jack and me, who all know that small shops can do big things in and for their community.