Once upon a time I owned a bookstore situated in a charming turn-of-the-last century Greek Revival home in South Pasadena. It was tough going all along (as bookstores tend to be these days) but I loved getting out of bed in the morning and going to work which is, of course, no small thing, and I managed to make ends meet, so I kept at it. Then one day the landlord raised the rent significantly, as he did every year like clockwork, but this time the increase came in the midst of the economic downturn of 2008 and that was that.
Here is the store, almost a decade later, reflected in the door of the boarded-up theater across the street. I couldn’t help but notice that the sweet little antique store that has occupied my old space for several years is now going out of business as well and the place is, once again, for rent.