A Call From a Bookstore (Got Books)
The other day I was at the Billiard and Bowl taking in a bacon swiss CB with a chocolate shake and fries; a sort of last meal before I go into training for my physical at the end of the year. Lou Bedford gave me the message.
“Hey Doc, Snookers says some guy wants to talk to you. Says he’s from a bookstore.”
“Books by the Dozen? I thought they went under.”
“No, Snook said he’s from out-of-town.” Lou handed me a slip of paper. “Here’s the number. Said call him before 7:00.”
“Okay.” I dialed it. The man picked up on the third ring. “Got Books. May I help you?”
“Tom Bibey here,” I said. “Lou Bedford gave me your number. How in the world didja get interested in “The Mandolin Case?”
“This is a university town. One of the professors is a regular customer. He has connections in the U.K. and they happened on it. I looked up your blog.”
I listened for a minute. He carried all my favorites, not only old standbys like Twain, but newer one like Clyde Edgerton. He said he knew Ron Rash. “I’m true bluegrass,” he said. “Used to go to a lot of festivals in Florida.”
“Really? Where you from?” I asked.
My ears perked up. I knew that neck of the woods. “North or South Carolina?”
“Right there near Shelby?”
Hm. Wonder if he was for real. “Do you know where Earl’s old home place is?”
“Down near the Broad River.”
I covered the receiver with my hand. “Hey Lou, this guy might be legit. I put the phone back to my ear and spoke into the receiver again. “Where’s Don Gibson buried?”
“Sunset Cemetery. North forty. Big granite monument.”
I cupped the phone again. “Dang a mercy Lou, this is for real.” I went back to the phone. “I can get my agent to drop ship you some.”
“Does he have any signed copies?”
“A few. I’ll see he gets ‘em to you.”
I hung up the phone. “Can you believe it, Lou? The home of Earl Scruggs and Don Gibson calling me, Tommy Bibey, wanting to get a hold of my book and read all about Harvey County.”
Lou mopped the counter. “Reckon I’m gonna be famous, Doc?”
“Naw Lou. I don’t think so. But I gotta admit, some University book store calling up Snookers to find me is remarkable. Who’d a thunk it?”
“Now bad for a town where City Hall is in the back of the Dairy Queen.”
“I reckon not, Lou. I reckon not.”
Here’s their website: www.gotbooksnc.com Ask for George.
Dr. BThought of the Day, Writing
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