Another mushy personal account
In college I developed a theory, or maybe it was just a wish, that I was going to meet my husband in either a bookstore or a library. As it turned out, like many Silicon Valley workaholics, I met my spouse at the office. But there was still a bookstore connection. He was hired into the position because of a chance encounter with our VP of Engineering at Stacey’s Bookstore in Cupertino. So my little prophecy came true peripherally. I soon discovered that my husband goes to Stacey’s so often that if anyone he knows ever goes there they are likely to meet. But, nevertheless, the happenstance still makes me feel that fate likes to smile every so often upon the introverted bookworms of the world. Unfortunately, Stacey’s in Cupertino is meeting with a less happy fate. Although we were assured when Stacey’s in Palo Alto closed that their Cupertino store had ample foot traffic to keep it afloat in the precarious whitewater near the Noble Borders of the Amazon, it is facing doom. My husband came home today with a stack of technical books and the unhappy news of Stacey’s impending closure. We’re too far away to regularly patronize their remaining San Francisco flagship store. For those still looking for love in the literature aisle, may I recommend the library or a used bookstore? Or perhaps Books Inc., Kepler’s, or a plane ticket to Portland.