07/15/2026
Four floors in a former glove factory. I didn’t make it past the second floor, lost in the sea of books.
Unbelievable that this building got jacked up and rolled 250 feet decades ago so a freeway wouldn’t take it out, then somebody filled it with a million books and never installed a computer system.
Half the joy was the signage. Hand-written aisle labels for decades of stock, taped up wherever they’d fit. Nobody optimized that for engagement; it’s just how you find anything in a building like that.
A box of what I actually bought is still in transit. When it lands, we open it properly.