I have returned home from a day of baking in the hot sun to watch my best friend’s kids play baseball and softball. It was blisteringly hot and I just scrubbed off the shell of sunscreen and sweat that had accumulated on my during the course of the day. But a good time was had by all. I also got to stop in at one of my favorite old haunts and was happy to see it was still there. I’ve spent many an hour in the Avalon Bookshop, a tiny little used book store in the town I grew up in. The place doesn’t even have a real sign outside, just a paper one taped to the window. It’s run by this old guy with a beard who is always listening to Celtic music and rarely speaks, even to his customers. It made me happy to know it’s still there and I bought a couple books too.