Article Contributed on: 12/21/2006 2:23:05 PM
Yes, Miss Prothero's Books is open again today, but maybe not for long. Digging out a little bit of the walk tired me out too much. Most people were walking down the middle of Santa Fe anyway. Their main destination, I think, was King Soopers. There were a few trying to make a buck. Someone offered to do my walk for five dollars. He was my age. And smaller than me. I told him no no, thank you. There were two more entrepreneurs coming out of 7-Eleven with a new snow shovel, I think. They, too, were worried about the gray-haired scraping away at the mounds. I didn't ask them how much they would charge. I just told them that I was okay. One gentleman came sauntering down the street and shouted, "You mean they're closed?" He was pointing at Nate's Crown Liquors. "What's a snowstorm," he said, "if you can't get drunk." He lit a cigarette, turned around and went home.
I did have one call from a Michigan father who wanted my copy of Twyla Tharp's
Push Comes to Shove. He didn't seem to know that the city was under a siege of snow. I suppose no one else will be up for buying books today. I may dig one more path toward the street. Then I'm probably headed home. I need to catch up on my reading. What's a snowstorm if you can't read?