Images of change, long in coming but still hard to assimilate.
Walked here yesterday. It punctuated the sharp feeling of transition, on Younger Daughter’s first day of High School.
For most of the 20th century this was the site of Mills Bookstore in Hillsboro Village, Nashville. A local icon and cultural bellwether, and for me a part-time employer during grad school. I remember being alone behind the ancient cash register one Sunday afternoon in the ’80s when Senator Al Gore walked in, looking for a Vietnam memoir. Wonder what the archaeologists might find there now. They’d better dig soon, somebody’s probably itching to put up a new lamp or box store or something.
And here’s the more urgent scene: a portion of the stuff that’s colonized my library and will soon fill up Older Daughter’s dorm. At least we’ll be able to see the floor again.
Walked here yesterday. It punctuated the sharp feeling of transition, on Younger Daughter’s first day of High School.
For most of the 20th century this was the site of Mills Bookstore in Hillsboro Village, Nashville. A local icon and cultural bellwether, and for me a part-time employer during grad school. I remember being alone behind the ancient cash register one Sunday afternoon in the ’80s when Senator Al Gore walked in, looking for a Vietnam memoir. Wonder what the archaeologists might find there now. They’d better dig soon, somebody’s probably itching to put up a new lamp or box store or something.
And here’s the more urgent scene: a portion of the stuff that’s colonized my library and will soon fill up Older Daughter’s dorm. At least we’ll be able to see the floor again.
Change is good. Right, Mom?
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