Kathy and I escaped Phoenix relatively unscathed. We love bookstores and on several occasions we bought extra suitcases to carry trophies home.
Despite escaping relatively unscathed, there was still a close call and it found its way into a poem.
There it sat
I had sensed it
Even heard it call my name
Oh so furtively and seductively.
There it was
I knew it was close by
It sat in the back corner
A harsh piece of asphalt
Yet, so compelling and inviting.
I hurried
Some might even say I scurried
But, I heard a cautionary voice
Some might even say threatening
“You only get one!”
“That is your allowance!”
I entered that sanctuary
That quiet, hallowed place
Ah, a bookstore
Not just some Internet siren
It was a real live bookstore
What a treat!
Teacher as Transformer 