I loved Borders. Worked there for 2 1/2 years during college. It was like a second home to me.
And, long after college, I’d take my oldest daughter there, to look at the kids books while I drank coffee. And tried to whittle down my pile of books and magazines into a smaller pile that I would actually purchase. Even tho I often went in saying, “I’m not going to buy anything today.”
Like that ever happened.
And, actually, I’m talking about two different Borders in two different towns, (the one I worked in, and the one I visited after college) but that part doesn’t really matter. I miss the atmosphere. The openness and the bright colors. The row upon row of books that I could lose myself in.
Sure, there are other bookstores out there. But it’s not the same. And driving by this boarded up Borders makes me sad. I usually don’t drive by it anymore, but when it happens, my heart cries a little. :(