As weird as this might sound, I proposed to my wife in a bookstore. We periodically return to this bookstore to recall our young, ravishing love. On Tuesday, we did just that thing. We drove to Boulder, strolled down Pearl Street, and walked into the Boulder Book Store. To our delight, we saw this:
That’s right, my book, Through All The Plain. Upon seeing its thin, green spine shelved in the marketplace, a tingly ran up my leg. Thank you Boulder Book Store and thank you Andrea Vukovich Peters. Returning to the scene never disappoints.