CHESTERTOWN, MY KIND OF TOWN CONTINUED…..
I have the ability of a bloodhound to find a bookstore. I mean a REAL bookstore with shelves upon shelves upon shelves upon shelves (you get the picture) of books catalogued in every possible way.
I opened the door and was lost. Memories assailed me of a little girl, tucked into a corner, chin upon her knees and the latest Nancy Drew clutched in grimy little hands.
The owner, Tom Martin, Bookseller Extraordinaire, graciously allowed me to roam and roam I did. I finally left but not before confessing who I was and the journey I was on.
I was rewarded with a bear hug across the counter from Tom and a hug from Emily. (She had to run around the counter, being too small to reach across!)
So if you are ever in Chestertown, MD and you are a booklover ([email protected]) or you just want to meet two lovely people….
P.S. (I found a “spiffing” out of print book on rug braiding.)