Fischer’s Books in Riverdale

My life is now punctuated with occasions of cataloging the artifacts that my dad saved throughout his life. One of those artifacts I recently ran across was a coupon from a local used book store called Fischer’s Books.

I think my dad introduced me to Fischer’s around the time I was in junior high. Like any small town used book store in a shopping center off the main drag, it was a no frills place. Unlike the fancy book stores in the mall, the shelves in this place nearly reached the ceiling, and books were stacked in the aisles. They were everywhere. I’m sure that it was probably a fire hazard, but it was the late 70s and Continue reading Fischer’s Books in Riverdale

The Snowflake Slur

During a commercial break in last night’s Super Bowl I was intrigued to hear the unmistakeable voice of Dr. Martin Luther King Junior, ringing out from the nearly 30 year old Sony Trinitron in our living room. I stopped fiddling on my phone and started watching. At first I assumed I was seeing something that the NFL had prepared in honor of Black History Month. But it looked all the world like a Continue reading The Snowflake Slur