While my older son was busy torturing peeps at Boskone, my younger son was flying across the country to spend vacation week with his dearest friend in Oregon.
He called me at 9 am his time to tell me he has just stepped foot in the hallowed halls of Powell's Bookstore in Portland, OR.
A 4 story bookstore an entire city block in size--it is his version of heaven.
My work here is done.
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