Notes from a Bookseller Under Pressure

There are many of us who hear/sing songs in our head appropriate to our stresses. For me, it is usually a Dylan song. Something depressing about how it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there. A standard.

But for Thanksgiving Friday, Small Business Saturday and the weeks before the two holidays, it is Bowie and Queen all the way. Complete with walking around the store singing “ba de ba bop… PRESSURE, pushing down on me, pushing down on you no man (sic) asks for.” But quite possibly I am asking for it.