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As part of my pre-moving ritual, I went through, winnowed out more books that I can bear to part with, and threw 'em in a box to lug to the used book store. I tried Changing Hands first, because they're picky, but pay better, planning to take the dregs over to Bookman's.

I get to Changing Hands, which is a Cool Liberal Bookstore of the sort that has a larger section for poetry than science fiction, where you can get scented candles and I Ching thingies and bumper stickers about the inadvisability of hugging with nuclear arms. Like I said, they pay REALLY WELL which is why they're generally my first stop, and to their credit, they carry a solid science collection, although it is totally dwarfed by the New Age and bodywork section. (What the hell is bodywork, anyway? I keep hearing references to it, and since it doesn't appear to be either manual labor or Bondo, I'm stumped. Izzit like that reiki thing?) Like many liberal bookstores, it is a combination of things with which I agree whole-heartedly, and things that make me want to grab someone and shake rationality into them until their teeth rattle. But that's life for you.

So anyway, I get to Changing Hands, and discover that there are police cars. And tape. And a lot of people milling around. My first thought is that someone has gone nuts and done some really aggressive bodywork inside--possibly with a scented candle--but this would not explain the crowd. I circle the block slowly, discovering that the crowd is stretching not just around the store, but around the BLOCK. (And it's a big block.) Hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm. The last time something like this happened, the head of the Hell's Angels was doing a book signing, they had a platoon of cop cars, and there were about fifty Really Big Motorcyles out front. (No word on what he thought of the scented candles.) Hmm. And people are waving Insert-Democrat-for-President signs. Huh.

I stop the car, I get out, I meander my way through the crowd until I can see the sign. Ah. Hillary Clinton is signing books. That'd explain it. Probably not the best time to bring in a load of books for sale, as the line is now revealed to wind completely through the store twice.

So I drove over to Bookman's, sold about half of 'em, and got a cool book on Tiffany lamps. Them's the breaks.


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Bodywork...Hillary Clinton...

Some how those two things in the same post strike me as amusing. So our lady of liberalism finally made it to your town and you up and leave.

I sure hope you are able to keep your sanity in (is it South) Carolina. Actually I hear it's quite pretty there, but the south is *different*. That's not a judgement, just an observation.

By the way, this is Sue from Sopris. Your frogs were an enormous hit with my boss! Yeah!

Re: Bodywork...Hillary Clinton...

Awesome! Hi, Sue!

Actually, it's North Carolina, but Yankee that I am, I don't know if there's that much difference...

I'm good with that! But yeah, moving first might be good...

I had a similar experience a few years ago. I was stopping by a local bookstore to pick up a book I had ordered. The parking lot was full and there were cars parked along the side of the road. I turned into the parking lot of the strip mall, and realized my mistake too late to get out. There were more than a thousand people standing in line for the book store. The cops and secret service people were totally outnumbered and trying desperately to control the crowd.

It took me half an hour to get back out of the parking lot. It turns out that Jimmy Carter was at the book store, signing books. Great timing on my part. They sold through something like two thousand copies of his book, pretty damn impressive for an independent bookstore.

"Bodywork" is an encompassing term, used more often now because so many therapists work with multiple techniques. Reiki, the various forms of massage, Alexander technique, Rolfing, shiatsu, aromatherapy and much more can be considered "bodywork."

Thank you!

But...Rolfing? Isn't that what you do when you've eaten something that doesn't agree with you and...err...the porcelain shrine...?

That's "calling Ralph on the porcelain telephone." "Heh... hello, I need t'speak tuh ... RALPH!"

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